Second Star to the Right and Straight on 'Til Morning in a Galaxy Far, Far Away
by Kay

Chris crowed as he strutted into the room. Literally. He'd been practicing that squawk for days, and it could be described as nothing short of triumphant.

JC looked up at Chris' interruption and promptly burst out into gales of laughter.

Chris looked slightly perturbed. "And just what do you think you're laughing at?"

"Ahem," JC cleared his throat. "If you want to know the truth, it's your costume. I didn't know you had picked something so fitting," JC started laughing again. "In more ways than one!"

Chris eyed his reflection in the mirror critically. Hmm...the boots a smooth, soft brown leather, the snug tights a perfect hue of forest green, tunic tapering off into leaf-shaped strips of various shades of green, and to top it off, the little hat with a feather, sitting at a rather jaunty angle on top of his head. He thought it looked perfect.

"Hmph," he answered JC, sticking out his tongue. "I make the perfect Peter Pan! And just wait until you see my Wendy...I'm telling you, you've never seen anything like it!" Chris' eyes shone brightly, and a devious smile crossed his face.

"I can hardly wait," JC replied dryly. "So do you wanna sing 'I'll Never Grow Up' for me?"

Chris snorted. "Yeah, that's so original, JC. What the hell are you supposed to be, anyway?"

"Just wait until my counterparts make their appearance," JC answered. "You'll know."

As if answering their conversation, a loud bellow came from outside the door just before it burst open, and a large, hairy (strangely familiar-looking) creature lumbered into the room. He was followed closely by a man in an oversized brown robe with a hood that concealed most of his face.

Chris yawned. "I get it. Star Wars. I should've know, Josh."

Lance pulled back his hood. "Wait, I didn't even get to make a big production of whipping out my lightsabre!"

Chris patted his back. "It's okay, young Luke Skywalker. It can stay safely tucked in. I don't think any of us really wanted to see it anyway."

A puzzled look crossed Lance's face before realization dawned. "Hey! You know that's not what I meant."

Joey gave another loud bellow before pulling the furry head off his face. "God, it's hot inside that thing. And you should stop teasing Lance, Chris. You know he doesn't have a dirty mind like yours and use the word 'lightsabre' as a clever euphemism for his di-"

Joey was cut off by a low whistle from JC. "Woo-hoo! Here comes Wendy now, Peter Pan!"

All attention in the room turned to the door as Chris' counterpart made its entrance...which was promptly followed by loud guffawing and hilarious laughter.

Justin glared at them from underneath the bangs of his long, blonde wig. "Stop looking at me like that, assholes. And did I just hear Joey use the word 'euphemism'?"

"What of it?" Joey challenged. "And just why are you playing the part of Wendy this fine Halloween?"

Here, Chris jumped in. "You know that bet Justin and I had going last month? Well, he lost when Lance made the first move on JC. This is his payment."

Justin sniffed in disdain, unconsciously flipping the wig out of his eyes, then grimacing. "Hmph. I thought Han Solo was the aggressive one, not Luke. What's up with that?"

JC shrugged, but winked at Lance from across the room. "Well, I always knew that Han and Luke were more than just friends. Leia was just the beard."

Joey laughed. "Sure, JC. That's why you originally wanted Lance to dress up as Leia."

Lance whipped around to face JC, a shocked look crossing his features. JC blushed and tried to look innocent, failing miserably. "What? Can I help it if the idea of seeing Lance in that little bondage outfit Leia wore at Jabba the Hutt's is so appealing?"

Justin shuddered. "JC! I think that is WAY more than any of us wanted to hear." He looked at the others to confirm his statement.

Joey's head was cocked to the side, eyes narrowed, staring at Lance in rapt concentration. Lance was staring at his feet, face close to the shade of a ripe tomato. JC was actually leering at Lance. Justin rolled his eyes, then turned to Chris for support. However, even Chris didn't seem to be on his side. Instead, he was staring at Justin, eyes roving up and down HIS body.

"Argh! What is with you guys? Horny much?" Justin threw up his hands in frustration, jingling his bracelets as he did so. "And you, Christopher Alan Kirkpatrick! You better remember that you have to treat this girl with a little respect...especially if you want any after the party."

With that, Justin spun on his heel. Unfortunately, the high heels he was wearing weren't exactly made for such abrupt movements, and he started to fall backward. In a flash, Chris was behind him catching him on his way down, and bending him back into a dramatic dip.

Justin looked up at him from his almost upside-down position, grinning. "My hero!" he cried in a high, girly voice.

"Yeah, Peter Pan to the rescue!" Chris crowed again, true to Peter Pan form, raising his hands above his head in victory.

Justin promptly fell right on his ass to the carpet below. "Damn!" he yelled as the others laughed. Chris had the decency to look chagrined as he leaned over to help Justin up. Justin, however, slapped his hands away when they wandered down to squeeze his butt.

As Justin got to his feet, he pulled the dress down from where it had ridden up to reveal his long legs, clad in pantyhose. Chris' jaw dropped when he noticed there was nothing on BENEATH those pantyhose.

"Look away!" he yelled, jumping in front of Justin to block the view from his friends. He glared over his shoulder as his friends laughed, then gasped as Justin took the opportunity to grind against him. Pulling back slightly, he cleared his throat. "Yeah, I think now would be a good time to get going...um, to the party, that is."

"Mmmm..." Justin hummed into Chris' ear. "We wouldn't want to miss any of the action, now would we?" He flicked his tongue out to lick Chris' earlobe.

"Okay, enough guys," Lance said from the doorway, where he, JC and Joey were waiting. "You can wait until after the party to tinker his bell, Chris."

Justin and Chris scowled as the other guys laughed, but they followed them out of the room and to the limo.

END.