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turpsAnd I'm back again, just fannish this one, no impending disasters.
I did a ficlet for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
interlock but it's too big to fit in a comment. Just by 40 characters so don't get excited *g* I was going to post all the others anyway so this is the perfect chance. I've done all my popslash ones, the MX and one other TS and HL should be done by tomorrow, then I'll post with the Spongebob one.
I'll give my standard warning, these aren't beta read, read at your own risk.
forinterlock
Checking his watch, Joey sees it’s time to go. He’s on a tight schedule and every second counts if he’s to get any sleep tonight. Stopping once to look in the mirror he checks his appearance, smoothing down his shirt and makes sure his hair is styled to perfection. He opens the door of his room, walks into the corridor then stops, matching room numbers to names.
Justin is first on his list, so Joey walks two doors down then knocks quietly on the door. Justin doesn’t answer at first, Joey didn’t expect him too, it’s the reason Justin has an extra five minutes in his schedule.
“Joey.” Justin says when he finally opens the door. He makes it sound like he’s surprised, that he just happened to open the door wearing only a tiny white towel, body damp and gleaming with water droplets. Joey might have believed him if he didn’t know a water misting bottle will be hidden somewhere and that Justin would have just spent five minutes teasing his curls into carefully arranged disarray.
“Justin.” Joey replies, and they look at each other like strangers, before Justin tilts his head and reaches for Joey’s hand, pulling him into the room. Joey manages to check his watch before he’s pushed back onto the bed. He’s still got twenty minutes, plenty of time to admire Justin’s perfect naked body as he carefully pulls down Joey’s pants, straddling his legs before taking Joey’s dick in his mouth. Justin loves to give blow jobs, he’s enthusiastic and enjoys showing off his lung power by sucking none stop for minutes at a time. Joey bites his lip, arches his back and holds handfuls of curls in his hands. Justin comes at the same time as Joey, he always does, the same as Joey always kisses Justin quickly on the cheek before tucking him into bed. He’s finished right on time, it’s time to go.
Lance is second, and Joey crosses the corridor and knocks at the door. Lance answers within seconds, like Joey knew he would.
“Come in.” Lance says, polite as always and he indicates Joey should go in first. The bed’s already turned down and mood music is playing somewhere so Joey stands next to the bed, waiting patiently. Lance likes to slowly undress Joey, worshipping his body with his hands. Joey shivers as Lance unbuttons his shirt while nibbling at Joey’s neck. It takes half of Lance’s time to get Joey naked, time spent stroking and licking then they climb into bed, wrapped tightly around each other.
Lance likes giving hand jobs. He likes to touch and explore, eyes curious to see what reactions certain movements bring. Joey gasps and muffles a scream in his hand as Lance uses his fingers to tease and delight. Joey’s second orgasm is coaxed out of him and he collapses back, watching as Lance masturbates, hand still slippery with Joey’s come. Joey hands Lance a cloth when he climaxes and after he’s clean Lance lazily waves as Joey dresses and lets himself out.
JC is next door and Joey knocks and waits, then knocks again. JC answers the second time and peers at Joey before jumping him as soon as he sets foot in the room. JC is either slow and languid or fast and furious, tonight he’s the second and Joey braces himself as JC rips at his clothes, hands scratching at Joey’s skin. Both naked in seconds, JC walks backward, pulling Joey with him until they both land on the bed.
JC’s like a wildcat tonight, all snarls and bites and just do it, damn its. When JC presses a condom and lube into Joey’s hand he does what he’s told, pulling JC onto his knees and taking him while holding his hips hard enough to bruise. After, Joey licks the sweat on JC’s back, throws the condom in the trash and leaves JC smiling and content in his bed.
Joey doesn’t knock on Chris’ door. He doesn’t have to, he has a key. Joey opens the door and walks into the dark room, all he can see of Chris is a dark lump in the bed and Joey carefully walks over, tripping over shoes and bags on the way. He takes off his clothes and throws them on the ground then climbs in next to Chris.
Chris groans in his sleep then turns so he’s snuggled against Joey, one hand resting on Joey’s chest. Joey smiles and kisses Chris on his head, he doesn’t need anything from him, being together is enough.
for_bettina_
The song ended and Lance smiled before running to the other side of the stage. The atmosphere was amazing, thousands of people screaming and cheering. Sure most of them were pre-teen girls but that was fine, he loved their fans, and he loved performing, when adrenalin flew through his body and he thought he could dance and sing all night.
Lance waved and smiled at the audience as he waited for the other four to take their positions. The section in front of him was filled with more pre-teens, and a few glaringly out of place parents. But it was the signs Lance was interested in, the ones proposing marriage and sexual favours. There were two FKA signs, and Lance silently agreed with the sentiment -- Chris surely did have a fine ass. Looking to the right, Lance saw a huge pink glittery sign asking him to do the Lance Dance, so he winked and gave a thumbs up, laughing when the girl holding the sign screamed then abruptly sat in her chair.
There was another sign behind the glittery one and Lance squinted, trying to see what the words said. When he did he almost staggered back in shock. JoLa 4 EVA! Lance wasn't stupid, he knew what the sign meant, they'd all surfed fan sites on nights when boredom was constant and anything was better than another game of Playstation or reading another book. But him and Joey, the thought was horrific. Joey was his best friend, they'd never do that. Ever.
“What's up?” Lance turned when he felt Justin snake his arms round his waist, chin resting on Lance's shoulder so they could quietly talk.
“The sign, look.” Lance said, then shivered when he felt Justin laugh against his ear.
“Have you not learned to take no notice of them yet? If you believed all the signs we could get laid and married every day for the next year.” Justin hugged Lance tighter, grinning wide at the flurry of camera flashes his actions caused. “They don't know us. You'll be going to bed with me tonight, same as always, Joey can find his own boyfriend, he's not getting mine.”
With those words Justin slipped away, winking at the woman with the sign as the next song started. As Lance started to dance he winked too, Joey and him, so close to the truth yet so wrong.
forclumsygyrl
They were all used to hiding. It was part of the job, a bad part but an important one all the same. They were used to covering up, white lies sprinkled in with the truth, doing anything to preserve the little bit privacy that they had.
The fans loved them, but that love was a double edged sword, when every action was analysed, every word recorded and dissected. The media wanted to crucify them, praising them to the skies one day, writing them off the next.
They were used to living in the glare of publicity, where trash cans had to be locked and phone numbers changed on a regular basis. Where attack was an ever present threat and people thought they were entitled to know your every painful thought and feeling.
How do you feel now you and Dani have split up?
How do you feel being seen as the Nsync member who failed to go to space?
Questions asked with no thought to the raw emotions they scraped across.
They reacted by living in a world of codes and secret meanings, where questions would be answered by lies so often they almost become truth. Where you had each other’s backs, whatever happened. Where truth was deflected with clever lies and unspoken words. And where a simple innocent touch proved more to those in the know than a thousand words ever would.
That Lance loved you, and that was no lie.
forlazydwarf
It was supposed to happen once then not again. A fumble in the night, two men taking comfort when they most needed it. It wasn’t supposed to escalate to something that happened every night, with secretive looks around hotel doors and hurried dashes between rooms.
After, when they’d slept together for the twentieth time in a row -- and not all of those including sex – they’d sat on the bed and solemnly reassured each other they were buddy fucking, that’s all. It was easier that way, to be two friends bonding together due to being the oldest. They talked of how they felt old and jaded next to the babies, how they’d survived things the others could never imagine. They laughed and bitched and complained as they watched German television wrapped around each other on narrow hotel beds.
They revelled in the closeness, took comfort from one another and slept in one another’s arms. But when they woke up and separated each morning they’d reassure each other, it’s a buddy fuck, that’s all. It was easier that way, no hopes, no expectations.
They’d separate each morning and shower in their own rooms, ignoring the knowing smirks of room mates that though they knew it all. Then meet for breakfast, where they’d pass each other food without being asked and sit side by side, hands touching on the table before pulling them back when the truth returned. They were fuck buddies, they’d agreed that the first night. It was the right thing, they both knew it. Except when they didn’t, and they both ached to be more.
Neither of them said a word, resigned to doing what the other wanted. It was a situation with no end and no apparent solution until they slipped one day. When they were standing in the glare of the cameras and extras who watched them with sharp eyed interest, as they jumped and performed.
It was the cheerleaders that did it, cute perky girls who clustered round them with wide smiles and reaching hands. It wasn’t what they wanted and they walked away from them and stood aside, happy as soon as they were together.
“I love you.” Chris couldn’t keep silent any more. He had to say something, he couldn’t lie anymore. JC gasped, then turned to look at Chris.
“Do you mean it?”
“I mean it, and I’ll tell everyone, no more lies, even to ourselves.” And he turned and opened his mouth wide, ready to yell his news to the room. JC laughed and put his hand over Chris’ mouth, no one else needed to know. It was enough that he did, and smiling so wide it hurt, he leaned forward and whispered I love you too.
forpatchworkdragon
It started with small touches at the breakfast table, Nick’s hand touching Kevin’s as he passed the milk. Later, as they climbed into the mini van to take them to an interview, Nick pushed Howie aside so he could sit next to Kevin, then promptly fell asleep, head cradled against Kevin’s shoulder. Nick’s hair tickled Kevin’s cheek and he spent the whole journey shivering at the feel of Nick’s breath against his neck.
At lunch Nick ate with his fingers, licking them clean after each fry. Kevin was unable to look away, letting his own meal go cold as he watched each bite Nick took. Nick said nothing when he noticed, just smiled and walked away; leaving Kevin to reassure Brian he wasn’t sickening for something and his appetite was fine.
They all shared a dressing room as usual at the arena, and Kevin sat in a corner reading a book as the others laughed and joked. He vowed he wouldn’t look when Nick started to change into costume. It was a vow that failed as soon as Nick stripped off his clothes and walked around the dressing room in nothing but his boxers, white fabric clinging to all the right places.
The concert was a success, and they were all on fire, working the crowd into a frenzy. Kevin didn’t even watch Nick at first, instead he played to the crowd, pouring his heart into singing and dancing. They owned the stage and the atmosphere was electric as the fans screamed and yelled. The others were a blur to Kevin, running and jumping in a whirl of motion, then Nick caught his eye and Kevin knew he was lost.
Get Another Boyfriend was a song they all loved, a chance to break free from choreography and just dance, and Nick loved it most of all. Beating his coat to the floor, head back, lost in the music. Then he was dancing at the drums, whole body moving to the beat. Kevin could hardly look away. When Nick started to shimmy all Kevin could do was hide his eyes, pretending to react to the song lyrics. It didn’t fool Nick.
After the song finished he walked behind Kevin and bent slightly so he could whisper in Kevin’s ear. “I told you I’d make you notice me.” All Kevin could do was nod. He’d resisted for a long time, maybe it was time to just give in to the inevitable.
forkifty
Back resting against the sun warm metal of the car, Chris sighs happily and closes his eyes. It’s midday and they’re playing hooky, escaping from practice to drive and picnic in the sun, there’ll be hell to pay when they get back, but Chris doesn’t care. He needs this time, away from dance studios and managers who think they can exist on four hours sleep a day.
It’s Chris’ plan and he’s going to take all the blame -- he knows it’s worth it -- he can’t stand another day of seeing them worked to exhaustion, looking at their white faces and tired eyes.
Joey laughs and Chris smiles at the sound, it’s been too long since he heard it and that’s wrong. Joey’s made to laugh, huge great belly laughs and Chris hates that they’ve been forced from him. But he’s laughing now, and Chris half opens his eyes to see Joey sitting on Justin in the long grass, tickling his ribs as Justin shrieks and yells for mercy.
Lance is standing over them both, hair glowing in the sunlight. He looks ethereal, shining around the edges and Chris has to shut his eyes a little more against the glare. But he keeps watching, it makes him smile to see Lance suddenly yell and pile on top of Joey and Justin, and soon they’re nothing but a moving squirming pile of limbs.
“Lou’s going to bust your ass.”
Chris shrugs and keeps watching the pile of boys. He knows he’ll be blasted as soon as they get back, it’s something he accepts and something he doesn’t care about right now.
“I know.” Chris looks up at JC and smiles, squinting as the sunlight beams in his face. “I’ll deal.”
JC smiles back, then gracefully sits on the ground next to Chris, he moves so they’re sitting arm to arm, legs pressed together, then lies his head on Chris’ shoulder. Chris takes JC’s hand in his and entwines their fingers. There’s some things worth getting in trouble for and Chris would do anything for these four people. They’re the light in his life and that’s worth any harsh words or penalties from Lou.
forceci2176
Chris didn’t even them coming, he wasn’t on his guard. Why should he be? It was a sunny day in the driveway of his own home and the last thing he expected was rough hands on his arms, pulling him to the ground as he stepped from his car. He looked around but all he saw was a fist, seconds before it connected with his cheekbone, snapping his head back with an audible crack.
Pain exploding in his head, Chris staggered and collapsed forward, before being pulled semi upright by his arms. The hands dug painfully into his skin and he gasped out loud, cursing as someone knelt beside him.
“Tell me the code. Now!” The voice said, and Chris shook his head. There was no way anyone was getting into his home. Someone kicked him, foot slamming into Chris’ vulnerable side and he felt tears slide down his face, mixing with the blood that dripped from his nose.
“I’ll hurt you.” The words were hissed in Chris’ ear and he believed them, but still he remained quiet. He could cope with pain, he couldn’t cope with someone defiling his home, touching his stuff, looking at pictures of his sisters, his family. That wasn’t going to happen.
The next blow landed on Chris’ back, rapid angry punches followed by a savage jerk of his shoulders as his arms were pulled back, muscles screaming as he was pushed flat to the floor.
Cheek scraping against sharp stones, Chris lay still, watching as a small puddle of blood formed. Pain spiked from every inch of his body and he wanted to sleep, but anger kept him awake and he waited for any opportunity to see the men that had done this. He wanted to jump up and hit himself, but knew the best he could do was memorise faces, he couldn’t move an inch without crying out, attack wasn’t an option.
“This is useless, let’s go before the heat gets here.”
The man holding Chris’ arms let them go, and they flopped to the ground, numb and useless. Chris never saw their faces, he couldn’t move his head to see, all he could do was watch as the shadows in his garden lengthened and the blood dried on his face. Then later; much later, dig his cell phone from his pocket, hitting a speed dial, any speed dial.
Hi Chris.
When Lance answered all Chris could do was moan, but it was enough, he knew Lance would come.
forninjetti75
They’d set off hours before, whispering in the pre dawn as they threw a bag on the back seat of Chris’ car, before hitting the road, singing along to the radio as the sun rose in the sky and the darkness was replaced by brilliant sunshine.
The sang along to everything, Chris’ hands tapping on the steering wheel as JC sat cross legged in the passenger seat, curls blowing in the breeze from the open window. Then laughed until tears flooded their faces as JC went grunge, yelling along to Nirvana then laughed more when Chris did Britney -- complete with dance movements.
They stopped often, sitting on the car bonnet drinking huge cups of coffee that scalded their lips as they swallowed, with hats pulled low and sunglasses hiding their eyes. Then threw the cups in the trash and set off again, knowing they’d have to stop for a toilet break and more coffee within hours.
They ate on the move, JC pushing chips in Chris’ mouth, giggling when Chris nipped at his fingers. Then ate chocolate that melted on their fingers so they had to lick it off, with lewd suggestions and outrageous innuendos.
They stopped when they reached a small town, and walked side by side through the bustling streets. JC bought leather cuffs studded with small spikes and slid them on Chris’ wrists, then blushed when he had to ask for money to pay. Chris shook his head and dug out his wallet, handing over the notes with an indulgent smile.
It was a risk to ask for the photo, but they wanted a souvenir of the day, when they’d ran away from their usual lives. So they walked to an almost deserted area and asked an old lady to take one. She agreed so JC beamed as he pulled a small camera from his bag, explaining how to point and click before draping his arm over Chris’ shoulder as Chris hooked an arm round JC’s waist and they posed with wide smiles.
They had to go home then, back to being celebrities and the job they loved. Where they lived their lives under the glare of stardom and shone with its light. But at times, when they sat together in their house, one of them would pull the photograph from his wallet and they’d laugh at how Chris was looking away, distracted at the crucial moment, and the way JC stared solemnly at the camera.
They’d had millions of glossy pictures taken, but that one was the most important of all. Reminding them that they were still ordinary men under the gloss, and that the love they shared was constant. That they could be the S and C of Nsync or plain Chris and JC, their love spanned it all.
I did a ficlet for
interlock but it's too big to fit in a comment. Just by 40 characters so don't get excited *g* I was going to post all the others anyway so this is the perfect chance. I've done all my popslash ones, the MX and one other TS and HL should be done by tomorrow, then I'll post with the Spongebob one.I'll give my standard warning, these aren't beta read, read at your own risk.
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interlockChecking his watch, Joey sees it’s time to go. He’s on a tight schedule and every second counts if he’s to get any sleep tonight. Stopping once to look in the mirror he checks his appearance, smoothing down his shirt and makes sure his hair is styled to perfection. He opens the door of his room, walks into the corridor then stops, matching room numbers to names.
Justin is first on his list, so Joey walks two doors down then knocks quietly on the door. Justin doesn’t answer at first, Joey didn’t expect him too, it’s the reason Justin has an extra five minutes in his schedule.
“Joey.” Justin says when he finally opens the door. He makes it sound like he’s surprised, that he just happened to open the door wearing only a tiny white towel, body damp and gleaming with water droplets. Joey might have believed him if he didn’t know a water misting bottle will be hidden somewhere and that Justin would have just spent five minutes teasing his curls into carefully arranged disarray.
“Justin.” Joey replies, and they look at each other like strangers, before Justin tilts his head and reaches for Joey’s hand, pulling him into the room. Joey manages to check his watch before he’s pushed back onto the bed. He’s still got twenty minutes, plenty of time to admire Justin’s perfect naked body as he carefully pulls down Joey’s pants, straddling his legs before taking Joey’s dick in his mouth. Justin loves to give blow jobs, he’s enthusiastic and enjoys showing off his lung power by sucking none stop for minutes at a time. Joey bites his lip, arches his back and holds handfuls of curls in his hands. Justin comes at the same time as Joey, he always does, the same as Joey always kisses Justin quickly on the cheek before tucking him into bed. He’s finished right on time, it’s time to go.
Lance is second, and Joey crosses the corridor and knocks at the door. Lance answers within seconds, like Joey knew he would.
“Come in.” Lance says, polite as always and he indicates Joey should go in first. The bed’s already turned down and mood music is playing somewhere so Joey stands next to the bed, waiting patiently. Lance likes to slowly undress Joey, worshipping his body with his hands. Joey shivers as Lance unbuttons his shirt while nibbling at Joey’s neck. It takes half of Lance’s time to get Joey naked, time spent stroking and licking then they climb into bed, wrapped tightly around each other.
Lance likes giving hand jobs. He likes to touch and explore, eyes curious to see what reactions certain movements bring. Joey gasps and muffles a scream in his hand as Lance uses his fingers to tease and delight. Joey’s second orgasm is coaxed out of him and he collapses back, watching as Lance masturbates, hand still slippery with Joey’s come. Joey hands Lance a cloth when he climaxes and after he’s clean Lance lazily waves as Joey dresses and lets himself out.
JC is next door and Joey knocks and waits, then knocks again. JC answers the second time and peers at Joey before jumping him as soon as he sets foot in the room. JC is either slow and languid or fast and furious, tonight he’s the second and Joey braces himself as JC rips at his clothes, hands scratching at Joey’s skin. Both naked in seconds, JC walks backward, pulling Joey with him until they both land on the bed.
JC’s like a wildcat tonight, all snarls and bites and just do it, damn its. When JC presses a condom and lube into Joey’s hand he does what he’s told, pulling JC onto his knees and taking him while holding his hips hard enough to bruise. After, Joey licks the sweat on JC’s back, throws the condom in the trash and leaves JC smiling and content in his bed.
Joey doesn’t knock on Chris’ door. He doesn’t have to, he has a key. Joey opens the door and walks into the dark room, all he can see of Chris is a dark lump in the bed and Joey carefully walks over, tripping over shoes and bags on the way. He takes off his clothes and throws them on the ground then climbs in next to Chris.
Chris groans in his sleep then turns so he’s snuggled against Joey, one hand resting on Joey’s chest. Joey smiles and kisses Chris on his head, he doesn’t need anything from him, being together is enough.
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_bettina_The song ended and Lance smiled before running to the other side of the stage. The atmosphere was amazing, thousands of people screaming and cheering. Sure most of them were pre-teen girls but that was fine, he loved their fans, and he loved performing, when adrenalin flew through his body and he thought he could dance and sing all night.
Lance waved and smiled at the audience as he waited for the other four to take their positions. The section in front of him was filled with more pre-teens, and a few glaringly out of place parents. But it was the signs Lance was interested in, the ones proposing marriage and sexual favours. There were two FKA signs, and Lance silently agreed with the sentiment -- Chris surely did have a fine ass. Looking to the right, Lance saw a huge pink glittery sign asking him to do the Lance Dance, so he winked and gave a thumbs up, laughing when the girl holding the sign screamed then abruptly sat in her chair.
There was another sign behind the glittery one and Lance squinted, trying to see what the words said. When he did he almost staggered back in shock. JoLa 4 EVA! Lance wasn't stupid, he knew what the sign meant, they'd all surfed fan sites on nights when boredom was constant and anything was better than another game of Playstation or reading another book. But him and Joey, the thought was horrific. Joey was his best friend, they'd never do that. Ever.
“What's up?” Lance turned when he felt Justin snake his arms round his waist, chin resting on Lance's shoulder so they could quietly talk.
“The sign, look.” Lance said, then shivered when he felt Justin laugh against his ear.
“Have you not learned to take no notice of them yet? If you believed all the signs we could get laid and married every day for the next year.” Justin hugged Lance tighter, grinning wide at the flurry of camera flashes his actions caused. “They don't know us. You'll be going to bed with me tonight, same as always, Joey can find his own boyfriend, he's not getting mine.”
With those words Justin slipped away, winking at the woman with the sign as the next song started. As Lance started to dance he winked too, Joey and him, so close to the truth yet so wrong.
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clumsygyrlThey were all used to hiding. It was part of the job, a bad part but an important one all the same. They were used to covering up, white lies sprinkled in with the truth, doing anything to preserve the little bit privacy that they had.
The fans loved them, but that love was a double edged sword, when every action was analysed, every word recorded and dissected. The media wanted to crucify them, praising them to the skies one day, writing them off the next.
They were used to living in the glare of publicity, where trash cans had to be locked and phone numbers changed on a regular basis. Where attack was an ever present threat and people thought they were entitled to know your every painful thought and feeling.
How do you feel now you and Dani have split up?
How do you feel being seen as the Nsync member who failed to go to space?
Questions asked with no thought to the raw emotions they scraped across.
They reacted by living in a world of codes and secret meanings, where questions would be answered by lies so often they almost become truth. Where you had each other’s backs, whatever happened. Where truth was deflected with clever lies and unspoken words. And where a simple innocent touch proved more to those in the know than a thousand words ever would.
That Lance loved you, and that was no lie.
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lazydwarfIt was supposed to happen once then not again. A fumble in the night, two men taking comfort when they most needed it. It wasn’t supposed to escalate to something that happened every night, with secretive looks around hotel doors and hurried dashes between rooms.
After, when they’d slept together for the twentieth time in a row -- and not all of those including sex – they’d sat on the bed and solemnly reassured each other they were buddy fucking, that’s all. It was easier that way, to be two friends bonding together due to being the oldest. They talked of how they felt old and jaded next to the babies, how they’d survived things the others could never imagine. They laughed and bitched and complained as they watched German television wrapped around each other on narrow hotel beds.
They revelled in the closeness, took comfort from one another and slept in one another’s arms. But when they woke up and separated each morning they’d reassure each other, it’s a buddy fuck, that’s all. It was easier that way, no hopes, no expectations.
They’d separate each morning and shower in their own rooms, ignoring the knowing smirks of room mates that though they knew it all. Then meet for breakfast, where they’d pass each other food without being asked and sit side by side, hands touching on the table before pulling them back when the truth returned. They were fuck buddies, they’d agreed that the first night. It was the right thing, they both knew it. Except when they didn’t, and they both ached to be more.
Neither of them said a word, resigned to doing what the other wanted. It was a situation with no end and no apparent solution until they slipped one day. When they were standing in the glare of the cameras and extras who watched them with sharp eyed interest, as they jumped and performed.
It was the cheerleaders that did it, cute perky girls who clustered round them with wide smiles and reaching hands. It wasn’t what they wanted and they walked away from them and stood aside, happy as soon as they were together.
“I love you.” Chris couldn’t keep silent any more. He had to say something, he couldn’t lie anymore. JC gasped, then turned to look at Chris.
“Do you mean it?”
“I mean it, and I’ll tell everyone, no more lies, even to ourselves.” And he turned and opened his mouth wide, ready to yell his news to the room. JC laughed and put his hand over Chris’ mouth, no one else needed to know. It was enough that he did, and smiling so wide it hurt, he leaned forward and whispered I love you too.
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patchworkdragonIt started with small touches at the breakfast table, Nick’s hand touching Kevin’s as he passed the milk. Later, as they climbed into the mini van to take them to an interview, Nick pushed Howie aside so he could sit next to Kevin, then promptly fell asleep, head cradled against Kevin’s shoulder. Nick’s hair tickled Kevin’s cheek and he spent the whole journey shivering at the feel of Nick’s breath against his neck.
At lunch Nick ate with his fingers, licking them clean after each fry. Kevin was unable to look away, letting his own meal go cold as he watched each bite Nick took. Nick said nothing when he noticed, just smiled and walked away; leaving Kevin to reassure Brian he wasn’t sickening for something and his appetite was fine.
They all shared a dressing room as usual at the arena, and Kevin sat in a corner reading a book as the others laughed and joked. He vowed he wouldn’t look when Nick started to change into costume. It was a vow that failed as soon as Nick stripped off his clothes and walked around the dressing room in nothing but his boxers, white fabric clinging to all the right places.
The concert was a success, and they were all on fire, working the crowd into a frenzy. Kevin didn’t even watch Nick at first, instead he played to the crowd, pouring his heart into singing and dancing. They owned the stage and the atmosphere was electric as the fans screamed and yelled. The others were a blur to Kevin, running and jumping in a whirl of motion, then Nick caught his eye and Kevin knew he was lost.
Get Another Boyfriend was a song they all loved, a chance to break free from choreography and just dance, and Nick loved it most of all. Beating his coat to the floor, head back, lost in the music. Then he was dancing at the drums, whole body moving to the beat. Kevin could hardly look away. When Nick started to shimmy all Kevin could do was hide his eyes, pretending to react to the song lyrics. It didn’t fool Nick.
After the song finished he walked behind Kevin and bent slightly so he could whisper in Kevin’s ear. “I told you I’d make you notice me.” All Kevin could do was nod. He’d resisted for a long time, maybe it was time to just give in to the inevitable.
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kiftyBack resting against the sun warm metal of the car, Chris sighs happily and closes his eyes. It’s midday and they’re playing hooky, escaping from practice to drive and picnic in the sun, there’ll be hell to pay when they get back, but Chris doesn’t care. He needs this time, away from dance studios and managers who think they can exist on four hours sleep a day.
It’s Chris’ plan and he’s going to take all the blame -- he knows it’s worth it -- he can’t stand another day of seeing them worked to exhaustion, looking at their white faces and tired eyes.
Joey laughs and Chris smiles at the sound, it’s been too long since he heard it and that’s wrong. Joey’s made to laugh, huge great belly laughs and Chris hates that they’ve been forced from him. But he’s laughing now, and Chris half opens his eyes to see Joey sitting on Justin in the long grass, tickling his ribs as Justin shrieks and yells for mercy.
Lance is standing over them both, hair glowing in the sunlight. He looks ethereal, shining around the edges and Chris has to shut his eyes a little more against the glare. But he keeps watching, it makes him smile to see Lance suddenly yell and pile on top of Joey and Justin, and soon they’re nothing but a moving squirming pile of limbs.
“Lou’s going to bust your ass.”
Chris shrugs and keeps watching the pile of boys. He knows he’ll be blasted as soon as they get back, it’s something he accepts and something he doesn’t care about right now.
“I know.” Chris looks up at JC and smiles, squinting as the sunlight beams in his face. “I’ll deal.”
JC smiles back, then gracefully sits on the ground next to Chris, he moves so they’re sitting arm to arm, legs pressed together, then lies his head on Chris’ shoulder. Chris takes JC’s hand in his and entwines their fingers. There’s some things worth getting in trouble for and Chris would do anything for these four people. They’re the light in his life and that’s worth any harsh words or penalties from Lou.
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ceci2176Chris didn’t even them coming, he wasn’t on his guard. Why should he be? It was a sunny day in the driveway of his own home and the last thing he expected was rough hands on his arms, pulling him to the ground as he stepped from his car. He looked around but all he saw was a fist, seconds before it connected with his cheekbone, snapping his head back with an audible crack.
Pain exploding in his head, Chris staggered and collapsed forward, before being pulled semi upright by his arms. The hands dug painfully into his skin and he gasped out loud, cursing as someone knelt beside him.
“Tell me the code. Now!” The voice said, and Chris shook his head. There was no way anyone was getting into his home. Someone kicked him, foot slamming into Chris’ vulnerable side and he felt tears slide down his face, mixing with the blood that dripped from his nose.
“I’ll hurt you.” The words were hissed in Chris’ ear and he believed them, but still he remained quiet. He could cope with pain, he couldn’t cope with someone defiling his home, touching his stuff, looking at pictures of his sisters, his family. That wasn’t going to happen.
The next blow landed on Chris’ back, rapid angry punches followed by a savage jerk of his shoulders as his arms were pulled back, muscles screaming as he was pushed flat to the floor.
Cheek scraping against sharp stones, Chris lay still, watching as a small puddle of blood formed. Pain spiked from every inch of his body and he wanted to sleep, but anger kept him awake and he waited for any opportunity to see the men that had done this. He wanted to jump up and hit himself, but knew the best he could do was memorise faces, he couldn’t move an inch without crying out, attack wasn’t an option.
“This is useless, let’s go before the heat gets here.”
The man holding Chris’ arms let them go, and they flopped to the ground, numb and useless. Chris never saw their faces, he couldn’t move his head to see, all he could do was watch as the shadows in his garden lengthened and the blood dried on his face. Then later; much later, dig his cell phone from his pocket, hitting a speed dial, any speed dial.
Hi Chris.
When Lance answered all Chris could do was moan, but it was enough, he knew Lance would come.
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ninjetti75They’d set off hours before, whispering in the pre dawn as they threw a bag on the back seat of Chris’ car, before hitting the road, singing along to the radio as the sun rose in the sky and the darkness was replaced by brilliant sunshine.
The sang along to everything, Chris’ hands tapping on the steering wheel as JC sat cross legged in the passenger seat, curls blowing in the breeze from the open window. Then laughed until tears flooded their faces as JC went grunge, yelling along to Nirvana then laughed more when Chris did Britney -- complete with dance movements.
They stopped often, sitting on the car bonnet drinking huge cups of coffee that scalded their lips as they swallowed, with hats pulled low and sunglasses hiding their eyes. Then threw the cups in the trash and set off again, knowing they’d have to stop for a toilet break and more coffee within hours.
They ate on the move, JC pushing chips in Chris’ mouth, giggling when Chris nipped at his fingers. Then ate chocolate that melted on their fingers so they had to lick it off, with lewd suggestions and outrageous innuendos.
They stopped when they reached a small town, and walked side by side through the bustling streets. JC bought leather cuffs studded with small spikes and slid them on Chris’ wrists, then blushed when he had to ask for money to pay. Chris shook his head and dug out his wallet, handing over the notes with an indulgent smile.
It was a risk to ask for the photo, but they wanted a souvenir of the day, when they’d ran away from their usual lives. So they walked to an almost deserted area and asked an old lady to take one. She agreed so JC beamed as he pulled a small camera from his bag, explaining how to point and click before draping his arm over Chris’ shoulder as Chris hooked an arm round JC’s waist and they posed with wide smiles.
They had to go home then, back to being celebrities and the job they loved. Where they lived their lives under the glare of stardom and shone with its light. But at times, when they sat together in their house, one of them would pull the photograph from his wallet and they’d laugh at how Chris was looking away, distracted at the crucial moment, and the way JC stared solemnly at the camera.
They’d had millions of glossy pictures taken, but that one was the most important of all. Reminding them that they were still ordinary men under the gloss, and that the love they shared was constant. That they could be the S and C of Nsync or plain Chris and JC, their love spanned it all.
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Date: 2004-03-16 09:40 am (UTC)these are all just stunning. You did a lovely job honey. Be very proud of each and every one of these.
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Date: 2004-03-16 10:08 am (UTC)I really like doing ficlets, I'm glad you enjoyed them :)
*hugs you back*
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Date: 2004-03-16 10:47 am (UTC)Yes. I have much love for these. For you. **snuggles you**
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Date: 2004-03-17 03:53 am (UTC)1lobster/ho has to be the best pairing names ever!
I wrote the Chris beaten one when I was in a pissed off mood, poor guy *pets him*
Glad you enjoyed :)
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Date: 2004-03-17 04:39 am (UTC)I figured that was the one you wrote where you said you'd been really mean lol I was really mean to JC... pretty much a lot lol but the beginning of the ongoing fic of death that doesn't seem to want to end was written when I was in a foul mood, and JC came off the worse for it lol They can take it tho, they know we love 'em *g*
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Date: 2004-03-16 12:33 pm (UTC)}:)
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Date: 2004-03-17 07:33 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed them.
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Date: 2004-03-16 04:09 pm (UTC)...Yup, these are all still fabulous upon second reading.
And that hurt!Chris one for Ceci definitely needs expanding into a full fic, yes yes. *nods*
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Date: 2004-03-17 04:45 am (UTC)And I'd love to expand that story for Ceci, it's just getting time to do so.
I wish I could write faster...sigh.
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Date: 2004-03-17 10:08 am (UTC)I hear ya on the not enough time to write thing...
..but off work for two days, hope to get some done, myself... ;)
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Date: 2004-03-16 05:52 pm (UTC)And you hurt Chris so well. And everyday!Lobsters! And just all of them. You rule!
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Date: 2004-03-17 04:51 am (UTC)I'm glad that you liked them, I keep saying this but I love ficlets because there's not that much pressure on and I can experiment with styles etc. Some work, some don't, but in the end they're for fun.
I like the idea of Joey super stud *g* Not that I'd like it in reality, or even in a 'real' long story but it's fun to think of him with his list and timetable, and yes, he has to go back to Chris *nods*
*Blush* You say such lovely things, but all I am is someone learning and doing the best I can. It still blows me away people like what I write.
Thank you again!