AC!JC. The not so christmas edition.
Justin gets an alarming wakeup call in the middle of JC’s show at the Met, amongst all that leather and lace and just…deconstruction. It comes in a very unconventional way, although everything about JC is unconventional nowadays.
JC takes the towel off one of the chairs by the drummer, and pats his face with it, rubbing down his cheeks and forehead, throwing back his hair.
“This one’s up for the rich kids in skyboxes up there, okay?” He smiles, coming out back into the center of the stage. The crowd is at a place between a hush and a roar, and JC seems to absorb it, mate it with his own energy, and store it all away for his own good.
Justin knows what’s going on when the electric guitar kicks in and JC smiles widely in his direction. His jaw drops, because, JC’s moving like liquid, and he knows what’s going on, and he thinks the crowd does too, clapping and cheering to the beat.
And there comes the croon, Justin freezes like he can see it.
“Little baby with the sundress on, lookin so damn right you’re wrong, make me want to write my own little song for you.”
After that, JC’s all over the place, and Justin’s under his spell. He’s writhing all over the microphone, licking the microphone, dancing like he’s lost all control of himself.
Justin’s fist clenches. It’s frightening to see JC one-up him again, like he’s nothing but a joke to JC and his fans. It’s even more frightening to see that JC’s fans know one of Justin’s songs.
It’s the last nail in the coffin.
Justin slams JC against the wall when they get to the apartment late that night.
“You couldn’t not do it, could you?” Justin asks.
“What, baby? Thought you liked being put on display,” JC smiles, eyes full of amusement.
“I’ll put myself on display, thank you.” Justin snarls.
“Fine,” JC whispers. “Punish me, then.”
Justin pushes JC up further against the wall, a knee in his groin, hands cuffed forcefully on JC’s arms.
“Like that,” JC croons. “More.”
JC gyrates through his bonds, pressing his lips together in a cheap moan.
“Good to see you two are back,” Eva smiles, peeking over Justin’s shoulder.
“Eva? JC asks.
“Oh, yes,” She nods, wrapping her limbs around Justin. “Sorry I came in a little late, but I’m here.”
“Good,” JC smiles, straining to kiss her lips gently. Justin stands backward with a smile, and JC stands up straight, his arms opened wide to hug Eva, gently.
“Good show, baby,” Eva smiles up at him as he wraps himself tight around her.
“Thank you,” He whispers. “How long can you stay?”
“Enough to tie you up,” she says, kissing him gently on the lips again. For a few minutes, Justin remembers how he was like that with all of his girls. He feels as though he’s invading JC’s space again, invading the private side of JC’s life. He drifts into the background, and watches from afar.
He watches as JC and Eva strip each other down, he watches as JC smiles and kisses Eva’s neck, kisses in the spaces between Eva’s breasts. He watches as JC lays Eva down on the floor, watches as JC lets Eva turn him over onto his stomach, laughing at a joke she makes, smiling at her critique. Justin watches from the corner of the room as Eva gives JC a massage, softly groping the muscles, and then sets down a duffle bag.
“Nice and relaxed, right?” Eva asks. “You look so good like that. And…and, you were so good tonight, so beautiful tonight. You sang so well… “
Eva pins JC down, and shackles his elbows together; she slides the metal bar down, and attaches it to the ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs. She puts the high collar on him, slipping the beads inside him, pulling them together with short spans of chain.
And after she’s done locking his leg into the cuff and locking his wrists together, and locking his thumbs together, tying him all together with hooks so that his back is in an unnatural arch, she smiles, standing back.
“You look so good, baby,” Eva smiles. “Just lay out there, baby.”
“You have the key, right?” JC asks her.
“Of course. But I have to leave soon, have to go and get on another plane,” Eva sighs.
“No rest for the weary, I guess,” JC smiles at the floor, as Eva lies close to him. “Thank you for coming. Thank you for letting me know you came.”
“I’m so proud of you,” Eva whispers.
“Thank you.”
Justin watches from the darkness, with fond eyes. He wonders when Eva became more than just a paparazzi girlfriend, more than a simple friend of a friend who liked the cameras and could use the buzz herself. He wonders when JC actually invested love and control and power into her.
Yeah, Justin wonders about a lot of things.
Eva leaves about twenty minutes later after a kiss on the cheek and a few good open handed smacks on JC’s ass.
JC groans, as he hears the door shut behind Eva.
“She gave me the key, you know,” Justin sighs. “She also told me that I was to leave you in that little contraption you’re in overnight.”
“Really?” he asks.
“Really,” Justin nods, walking up to JC, as he’s perched out on the floor. It’s hard to move, as Justin can imagine, and so JC wriggles around, trying to push off the floor with his free leg, but it is extremely hard to do so. “Here, why don’t we sit the key right here, so you know it’s here?”
Right out of JC’s reach, a few feet above his head, so he can see it.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Justin says, getting down on his knees, and lays out on the floor, “Why’d you do it?”
“Do what?” JC asks.
“Do everything,” Justin sighs. “Why’d you cover my song and pierce your nipples and get into heavy bondage and just…change?”
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be, I agree, but you make it seem so much worse than it is, Justin,” JC grins.
“Just…”Justin says.
“You’re right, you know. You’re right to want to know what the hell changed me so much,” JC smiles. “I mean…perhaps its just because I wasn’t doing anything. Nothing at all. You were wearing all these hats and so was everybody else and my need to go back to simplicity just plain sucked. All that organic had nothing behind it. Can you turn me over onto my back?”
“No,” Justin shakes his head.
“Worth a try, I guess,” JC shrugs as much as he can. “I mean…I guess…you don’t understand? Everything didn’t seem good enough; I knew there was something better. How do you get to that something better? Squash what you’re afraid of, figure out your strengths, use those to improve your weaknesses. The tattoo and the nipple rings are one thing, but when you think about it, I’d say I’m really the same.”
“How?”
“Well, think about it, I mean. I sing, I dance, I’ve had the same girlfriend for three years, I love performing, I don’t really drink, don’t really smoke or whore or anything else, but what’s new? The makeup and the dress and the sounds of the song? That’s by no means enough to say I’ve changed. In fact, I’m more the same,” JC sighs.
“I want you the same,” Justin smiling. “Like you always were.”
“I am the same,” JC smiles. “I’m still in love with you, right?”
“Right,” Justin nods.
The next week, Justin’s back in LA, lying on the sofa reading through a few scripts when the doorbell rings.
And there’s JC, curly haired, hopeful eyes and a face clear of all makeup. He’s got a backpack and a bucket hat, and hair framing his face.
“Hey,” JC smiles, a genuine smile that evaporates his eyes, and there’s something just so sweet about the gesture. “I...I…I shouldn’t be here.”
“No, no come in,” Justin smiles. Opening the door wide enough to let JC skate through. “I was bored, anyway.”
“I brought a few movies over, thought you’d just want to chill, sit back and remember, you know?” JC says.
It’s one of the most thoughtful things that JC’s ever done for Justin, because now it’s like the past, their whole past is simply erased, and they’re back to being babies.
They’re back to babies as they sit there, watching some random action movie while eating popcorn, they’re back to babies as they kiss lightly, then harder, then harder still.
“I know you’re still a virgin, Justin.” JC speaks softly, and Justin can still taste the salt and almost-butter off JC’s lips. “But I’m not. And… and I want to be your first time.”
“Oh my god,” Justin smiles lowly at him. “I can’t…”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Justin. It’s just…I love you,” JC says, looking up at him.
“I can’t imagine not saying yes to you,” Justin smiles. JC’s smile is mile wide, and he attacks Justin’s lips before Justin can even get another breath out.
“Thank you,” JC smiles. “Oh, thank you.”
And once JC gets to the bed, he lays out, watching as Justin undoes his clothes, unlacing the shoes, sliding the shirt up, and turning the pants down and that shaky smile.
Justin soon finds out that JC’s put makeup over his tattoo, removed his kink for restraint, taken out his nipple rings. Justin smiles. JC purrs again like a small kitten when Justin strips and gets down on his knees between JC’s legs, and lays over him, rubbing the span of the bodies together. They both hiss when the tips of their cocks touch.
JC takes the condom and spreads it down over Justin’s cock before lubing himself up.
“Come closer,” JC whispers. Justin obeys, laying atop him and sliding closer, near JC’s entrance. JC’s legs part gently, and his lips do too, pouting just enough to kiss Justin’s lips softly. He spreads open, and slides down onto Justin’s cock.
“Mmm,” He whispers, his voice hoarse. Justin watches as JC’s brows furrow, his mouth twitches, his eyes slide close beautifully. His hands cuff around Justin’s arms, and they begin to move tentatively, trying to figure out what works and what does not.
Soon, JC’s screaming out as Justin digs his fingernails into JC’s hip, fucking him hard and deep.
“Fuck me, oh…oh, fuck me,” JC whispers. Justin fulfills the request, as hard as he can until JC’s screaming, the bed’s shaking, both their bodies collide together only to come apart seconds later. JC’s tight, squeezing him hard enough to make him cry out before he comes.
And when JC comes, he can’t stop coming, squeezing Justin hard, screaming Justin’s name, toes curling, body shaking. He’s the same way he used to be, before the golden age of Nsync, before the hotel room parties of bacchanalian excess, before all of that, before any of that.
JC comes with a final arch and fists wrapped in the bedding. He sobs when Justin bows his head, cleaning him up. JC slides the condom off Justin, tying it up and throwing it into the trashcan. JC lays back down into the bed, regaining his breath with Justin on top of him.
“Who knew you’d grow so much while I was gone, Justin,” JC smiles, hands around Justin’s hips. They find it somewhere inside them to take a shower, stopping so that JC can fuck Justin as well before scrubbing down while the water’s cold.
And, with that same youthful splendor that JC and Justin used to have, they sixty-nine timidly, then animatedly, then timidly again on the bed until they’re both panting, sobbing, begging for a release.
“How do you do it?” Justin asks softly, after they’re spent and sulking and sated.
“ It’s simple,” JC smiles. “I love you.”
Justin goes to sleep with a smile on his face, and when he gets up the next morning, JC looks truly angelic. When the sheets are pulled back and JC’s back to normal every other place, his tattoo, his nipple rings now inserted, JC looks like he’s from another universe, but none so distant as the one Justin’s come to accept as his own, JC still looks like he’s the kid who likes chocolate chip ice cream, known to sleep too late and digress from conversation.
Justin realizes what, exactly, he wants back.