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Apr. 1st, 2006 10:53 amturpsI have to say happy birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ephemera_pop.
I met A less than two years ago, but it feels like I've known her forever. She's the best kind of friend and I could list hundreds of qualities why that's so, but what it comes down to is she's amazing, and I love her loads.
She asked for words for her birthday, and who was I to say no? This is set in the same universe as my story Feel, therefore, Nsync AU. Thanks go topensnest who beta read for me, catching all my silly mistakes. If there's any left, they're mine and mine alone.
As JC steps into the main room, he’s amazed anew at this world. He shivers, the music electric against his skin, flowing around his body before plunging bone deep. A quick dart of tongue and he tastes the air, thick heat laced with alcohol and sweat. He slowly turns, eyes wide and overwhelmed at the layers of noise, the freedom to touch and move. It’s unlike anything he’s experienced before.
The DJ booth is suspended high above the dance floor. JC watches as the birdman inside is speared with beams of light , dressed in black leather, his feathers bleeding red to blue as he opens his wings wide, beak pointed and sharp as he shrieks.
JC steps forward, pressing against the silver railings and looks down at the crowd below. They dance on a floor of pin-prick lights, blazing stars trapped under hundreds of feet. Arms and wings up high, ruffled feathers and fur, claws against pale skin. JC looks at it all, eyes flickering to each new sight. He wants to plunge into all that energy, dance until he’s exhausted; but he hesitates, aware of the others at his back.
“There’s a table.” Justin crowds close and points over JC’s shoulder to an empty table overlooking the dance floor. Leaning in, he brushes a kiss against JC’s neck then heads for the steps. He jumps down, ducking under a waving scaled tail and disappears into the crowd. Using the thread that connects them, JC tracks his path. Justin feels like determination and JC holds that in his hands as the mental touch is acknowledged with a returned feeling of love.
“Come on, I’ll get you a drink.” Lance’s hand is cool, and his fingers circle JC’s wrist. JC’s only lived with these people for weeks, but already they’re family and Lance’s touch is reassuring, a reminder of home when everything else is new. “Joey, Chris. We’re going to the bar.”
Chris is next to the railings, hands gripping the bars, head back as he watches the dancers who swoop up high. His hair is tipped with silver, matching the glitter that circles his eyes. He laughs when Joey uses his tail as a lasso, red fur snaking around Chris’ waist, and allows himself to be tugged backwards until he’s nestled against Joey’s chest.
They fit perfectly. Joey rubs his cheek against the side of Chris’ horn, and laughter fades, replaced by something more as Chris runs his fingers over short crimson fur. The connection between them blazes, and JC blinks as Lance tightens his grip.
“You need to quit it or I’ll jump you both right here.”
“Sounds good to me.” Chris pushes away from Joey, gaze focussed and body moving like liquid. His eyes gleam, huge and dark, and there’s a flash of silver as he licks his lips and runs his fingers down Lance’s bare arm.
“Later.” There’s a promise in Lance’s tone as he grabs Chris’ hand, pressing it against his own chest. “I want a drink first.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” A quick spin and Chris twirls under Lance’s arm, blowing kisses to Joey and JC before hurrying away, weaving through the tightly packed bodies with apologies and smiles.
“No you don’t!” Lance squeezes then releases JC’s wrist, smile wide and toothy as he chases after Chris. His wings tucked tight behind him, flawless crystal feathers shining as people move aside to let him through.
Curious, JC looks at Joey who’s up on tip toes, looking toward the bar. JC doesn’t know how he can see anything, especially Chris and Lance who’re shorter than most, but Joey suddenly grins wide, his tail flicking in the air.
“He’s caught him.” Joey stands flat once more and answers JC’s question before it even leaves his mouth. “Chris has this thing. He likes to buy Lance these cocktails; they’re always some neon colour with sparkles and fruit shoved in the glass.”
“Lance doesn’t like them?”
“He says he doesn’t.” Joey’s tail is swishing even more as he laughs. “Personally I think it’s an image thing. Pink sparkly cocktails don’t really go with the whole pure avenging angel rep he’s got going.”
“Lance. Pure!?” JC blinks at Joey, trying to understand how anyone could see Lance as pure.
“Yeah, I know. He’s anything but pure.” Shared memories flare. Lance reclining on one elbow, candlelight turning his skin golden, his wings fluttering as he wraps his hand in Justin’s curls. Lids half closed as Chris licks at his neck. “If they could see him as we do, but they don’t so. Pure it is.” Joey shrugs, and his amusement is warmth against JC’s chest. “We’d better go or we’ll end up with the cocktail.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“You, my man, are weird.” Joey shakes his head, his tail warm against JC’s back as they push toward the bar.
~*~*~*~
“Come on. You know you want to.” Joey leans over the table, hands braced between the empty glasses and soggy sparkly umbrellas. Ignoring the protests, he leans in even further, tail out for balance as he whispers in Lance’s ear. It’s impossible to hear the words, but Lance slowly smiles and Joey backs away.
“I think I’ll dance now.” Lance is lounging back in his chair, ankles crossed and wings tucked in and pointed to the floor. His cheeks are flushed and he grabs his glass as he stands, draining the contents as he looks down at the dance floor.
JC can see Chris in the crowd. He’s dancing from person to person, caught in the beat and never still. He laughs as he’s twirled by a woman, her hair spun out like green waves. Moves on and presses his body against willing electric-blue wings, but always he looks up at their table with a knowing half smile.
When Lance follows Joey to the steps, Chris grins wide, winks at JC and hurries to the steps with a last caress from the owner of the blue wings.
“Aren’t you going to dance?”
Justin’s chair is pushed against the railings, his arms hooked over the bars as he watches Chris greet Joey and Lance with a slap of hands.
“Not yet.” Justin looks at JC over his shoulder. “Sometimes it’s better to watch.” He hooks a chair with his foot, pulling it close in an unspoken invitation.
JC moves across to the chair. Settling himself, he flicks out his tongue and the air tastes of Justin; Justin and a thousand other bodies all crowded in close. It’s a powerful combination, one he could lose himself in easily, but Justin digs his fingers into JC’s thigh. “Look.”
Lance starts to dance; arms bent and thumbs up as he sways from side to side. He moves against the beat, wings slightly flared, individual feathers cast in shimmering colour as he turns. JC frowns, unable to understand why Justin watches so closely. Why he licks at his lips, mouth slightly open as he watches the scene below.
Then things change and JC does understand, can hardly breathe as Joey and Chris press close to Lance. Their hands are against his skin, splayed across his chest, curled around his neck. They fit together easily, bodies close as they dance. Lance’s hand rests on the small of Chris’ back, Joey’s thigh wedged between Lance’s legs, his arm resting over Chris’ shoulders, his tail ever moving, touching, trailing over exposed skin.
The music picks up pace and Lance grabs Chris’ shoulders, turning him as Joey moves behind, sandwiching Chris between them. JC doesn’t blink as Joey and Lance kiss, mouths together as Chris licks along the line on Lance’s jaw and carefully runs his hands down the sharp curve of wings.
They’ve gone beyond dancing, more making out to music, and JC’s fingers whiten around the railings as Lance slides his hand up Joey’s shirt, exposing a broad expanse of back. His fingers move from smooth skin to red fur as Chris tilts his head, giving Joey room to lick along the chord of his neck. Justin moans softly when Joey suddenly bites down and Chris’ hands scrabble over crystal feathers, beads of blood staining the white.
JC’s heart thunders as Joey reaches for Chris’ hands, holding them so Lance can lick across each bloody palm. His gaze locks with Chris as they forget about the music and stand frozen in place.
“Told you it’s good to watch.” Justin whispers in JC’s ear. All JC can do is nod and agree.
Happy birthday, honey. Love you XXX
ephemera_pop.I met A less than two years ago, but it feels like I've known her forever. She's the best kind of friend and I could list hundreds of qualities why that's so, but what it comes down to is she's amazing, and I love her loads.
She asked for words for her birthday, and who was I to say no? This is set in the same universe as my story Feel, therefore, Nsync AU. Thanks go to
pensnest who beta read for me, catching all my silly mistakes. If there's any left, they're mine and mine alone.As JC steps into the main room, he’s amazed anew at this world. He shivers, the music electric against his skin, flowing around his body before plunging bone deep. A quick dart of tongue and he tastes the air, thick heat laced with alcohol and sweat. He slowly turns, eyes wide and overwhelmed at the layers of noise, the freedom to touch and move. It’s unlike anything he’s experienced before.
The DJ booth is suspended high above the dance floor. JC watches as the birdman inside is speared with beams of light , dressed in black leather, his feathers bleeding red to blue as he opens his wings wide, beak pointed and sharp as he shrieks.
JC steps forward, pressing against the silver railings and looks down at the crowd below. They dance on a floor of pin-prick lights, blazing stars trapped under hundreds of feet. Arms and wings up high, ruffled feathers and fur, claws against pale skin. JC looks at it all, eyes flickering to each new sight. He wants to plunge into all that energy, dance until he’s exhausted; but he hesitates, aware of the others at his back.
“There’s a table.” Justin crowds close and points over JC’s shoulder to an empty table overlooking the dance floor. Leaning in, he brushes a kiss against JC’s neck then heads for the steps. He jumps down, ducking under a waving scaled tail and disappears into the crowd. Using the thread that connects them, JC tracks his path. Justin feels like determination and JC holds that in his hands as the mental touch is acknowledged with a returned feeling of love.
“Come on, I’ll get you a drink.” Lance’s hand is cool, and his fingers circle JC’s wrist. JC’s only lived with these people for weeks, but already they’re family and Lance’s touch is reassuring, a reminder of home when everything else is new. “Joey, Chris. We’re going to the bar.”
Chris is next to the railings, hands gripping the bars, head back as he watches the dancers who swoop up high. His hair is tipped with silver, matching the glitter that circles his eyes. He laughs when Joey uses his tail as a lasso, red fur snaking around Chris’ waist, and allows himself to be tugged backwards until he’s nestled against Joey’s chest.
They fit perfectly. Joey rubs his cheek against the side of Chris’ horn, and laughter fades, replaced by something more as Chris runs his fingers over short crimson fur. The connection between them blazes, and JC blinks as Lance tightens his grip.
“You need to quit it or I’ll jump you both right here.”
“Sounds good to me.” Chris pushes away from Joey, gaze focussed and body moving like liquid. His eyes gleam, huge and dark, and there’s a flash of silver as he licks his lips and runs his fingers down Lance’s bare arm.
“Later.” There’s a promise in Lance’s tone as he grabs Chris’ hand, pressing it against his own chest. “I want a drink first.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” A quick spin and Chris twirls under Lance’s arm, blowing kisses to Joey and JC before hurrying away, weaving through the tightly packed bodies with apologies and smiles.
“No you don’t!” Lance squeezes then releases JC’s wrist, smile wide and toothy as he chases after Chris. His wings tucked tight behind him, flawless crystal feathers shining as people move aside to let him through.
Curious, JC looks at Joey who’s up on tip toes, looking toward the bar. JC doesn’t know how he can see anything, especially Chris and Lance who’re shorter than most, but Joey suddenly grins wide, his tail flicking in the air.
“He’s caught him.” Joey stands flat once more and answers JC’s question before it even leaves his mouth. “Chris has this thing. He likes to buy Lance these cocktails; they’re always some neon colour with sparkles and fruit shoved in the glass.”
“Lance doesn’t like them?”
“He says he doesn’t.” Joey’s tail is swishing even more as he laughs. “Personally I think it’s an image thing. Pink sparkly cocktails don’t really go with the whole pure avenging angel rep he’s got going.”
“Lance. Pure!?” JC blinks at Joey, trying to understand how anyone could see Lance as pure.
“Yeah, I know. He’s anything but pure.” Shared memories flare. Lance reclining on one elbow, candlelight turning his skin golden, his wings fluttering as he wraps his hand in Justin’s curls. Lids half closed as Chris licks at his neck. “If they could see him as we do, but they don’t so. Pure it is.” Joey shrugs, and his amusement is warmth against JC’s chest. “We’d better go or we’ll end up with the cocktail.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“You, my man, are weird.” Joey shakes his head, his tail warm against JC’s back as they push toward the bar.
~*~*~*~
“Come on. You know you want to.” Joey leans over the table, hands braced between the empty glasses and soggy sparkly umbrellas. Ignoring the protests, he leans in even further, tail out for balance as he whispers in Lance’s ear. It’s impossible to hear the words, but Lance slowly smiles and Joey backs away.
“I think I’ll dance now.” Lance is lounging back in his chair, ankles crossed and wings tucked in and pointed to the floor. His cheeks are flushed and he grabs his glass as he stands, draining the contents as he looks down at the dance floor.
JC can see Chris in the crowd. He’s dancing from person to person, caught in the beat and never still. He laughs as he’s twirled by a woman, her hair spun out like green waves. Moves on and presses his body against willing electric-blue wings, but always he looks up at their table with a knowing half smile.
When Lance follows Joey to the steps, Chris grins wide, winks at JC and hurries to the steps with a last caress from the owner of the blue wings.
“Aren’t you going to dance?”
Justin’s chair is pushed against the railings, his arms hooked over the bars as he watches Chris greet Joey and Lance with a slap of hands.
“Not yet.” Justin looks at JC over his shoulder. “Sometimes it’s better to watch.” He hooks a chair with his foot, pulling it close in an unspoken invitation.
JC moves across to the chair. Settling himself, he flicks out his tongue and the air tastes of Justin; Justin and a thousand other bodies all crowded in close. It’s a powerful combination, one he could lose himself in easily, but Justin digs his fingers into JC’s thigh. “Look.”
Lance starts to dance; arms bent and thumbs up as he sways from side to side. He moves against the beat, wings slightly flared, individual feathers cast in shimmering colour as he turns. JC frowns, unable to understand why Justin watches so closely. Why he licks at his lips, mouth slightly open as he watches the scene below.
Then things change and JC does understand, can hardly breathe as Joey and Chris press close to Lance. Their hands are against his skin, splayed across his chest, curled around his neck. They fit together easily, bodies close as they dance. Lance’s hand rests on the small of Chris’ back, Joey’s thigh wedged between Lance’s legs, his arm resting over Chris’ shoulders, his tail ever moving, touching, trailing over exposed skin.
The music picks up pace and Lance grabs Chris’ shoulders, turning him as Joey moves behind, sandwiching Chris between them. JC doesn’t blink as Joey and Lance kiss, mouths together as Chris licks along the line on Lance’s jaw and carefully runs his hands down the sharp curve of wings.
They’ve gone beyond dancing, more making out to music, and JC’s fingers whiten around the railings as Lance slides his hand up Joey’s shirt, exposing a broad expanse of back. His fingers move from smooth skin to red fur as Chris tilts his head, giving Joey room to lick along the chord of his neck. Justin moans softly when Joey suddenly bites down and Chris’ hands scrabble over crystal feathers, beads of blood staining the white.
JC’s heart thunders as Joey reaches for Chris’ hands, holding them so Lance can lick across each bloody palm. His gaze locks with Chris as they forget about the music and stand frozen in place.
“Told you it’s good to watch.” Justin whispers in JC’s ear. All JC can do is nod and agree.
Happy birthday, honey. Love you XXX
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Date: 2006-04-01 02:46 pm (UTC)*smooch* love you lady - thank you!
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:16 am (UTC)That's so cool!
I'm lusting after them all, damn!
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Date: 2006-04-03 09:24 pm (UTC)http://www.pensnest.co.uk/Pop%202006/picture.html
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:18 am (UTC)I knew I wanted to write you something, and this universe is fun, so it was the perfect excuse to revisit.
I hope you had a fantastic day yesterday!
*smooch*
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:14 pm (UTC)o.O
*blinks again*
I'm going to have to get some more coffee and go back and read the other parts to this 'Verse!
Nice!
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:13 am (UTC)If you haven't read the main story this makes no sense at all. Heck, maybe it doesn't when you have *g*
Thank you :)
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:12 am (UTC)I really like writing in this universe, and this birthday was the perfect excuse to do so again.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:10 am (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 2006-04-04 08:14 am (UTC)Thank you :)
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