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laniew1 Justin was frustrated. It had been a long morning, punctuated by self-injury and much mocking, disguised as concern by his ‘friends’. And it seemed to be getting even longer as he waited for someone to let him into JC’s house.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Ring Catalogs – JC/Britney, JC/Justin UST
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Double Date with Ex’s
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
Justin was frustrated. It had been a long morning, punctuated by self-injury and much mocking, disguised as concern by his ‘friends’. And it seemed to be getting even longer as he waited for someone to let him into JC’s house.
He knew there was somebody in there; he could hear the television it was turned up so loud. So that led him to believe that he was being avoided, shunned, left out on the doorstep.
Cameron had patted him on the back before he left, telling him to tell JC the truth about everything. Especially her… before JC and Britney decided to get married leaving him being the best man for the man he was in love with.
He’d scowled, because unless she was psychic she couldn’t know that things would go that far. He’d go insane before things got that far. He’d then insisted that would never happen because he’d kidnap JC before he’d allow him to walk down the aisle with that viper.
Now he had to wonder what had happened, he’d known leaving JC and Britney alone in the driveway had been a huge, horrible mistake. Britney had probably convinced him to run off to Vegas and get married in some tacky, one hour marriage chapel.
He was so going to have to book Cameron on Letterman or some shit while Lance was taking care of the annulment.
“Oh hey,” Chris’ face appeared suddenly before him as the door was opened and he lurched forward, years of dancing just barely keeping him from making an absolute fool of himself by collapsing onto the ground. “You’re early.”
Justin glanced down at his watch, frowned when he realized that Chris was right and then scowled at Chris for just general purposes.
“Don’t even look at me like that boy,” Chris grinned, a demonic light in his eyes.
“What’s happened?” he sighed loudly. Because he’d been hoping that by thinking about Britney and JC getting married (he barely repressed the answering shudder at that thought) that it wouldn’t happen.
“Nothing,” Chris said innocently. “I just want you to know that it’s totally not my fault.”
“Right,” Justin rubbed at the spot right between his eyes. Maybe he had a tumor or something; there was absolutely no explainable reason why he kept getting these migraines in exactly the same spot. “Just tell me.”
“I think it’d be better if I show you,” there was a frisson of discomfort that raced down Justin’s spine, because Chris, with that expression on his face? Could mean nothing good. At least not for Justin.
“She’s not here is she?”
“Oh no… she left about an hour ago.”
“Don’t even tell me she spent the night, not unless you’re also telling me that she either spent it on the couch or you slept between them. Because Chris… I’m so not in the mood…”
“She went home like a good little girl,” there was the classic Chris snort at what he thought of that statement. “And JC slept alone in his bed like a good little boy… I know because I got up four times to check… wouldn’t put it past her to climb the trellis or something,” the last said under his breath and Justin smirked. Because at the very least he had one person that was on his side. Even though Chris seemed to take an unholy pleasure in his misery when he wasn’t being screamed at for not preventing it in the first place.
“Good, then what… Where are we going?” Justin frowned as Chris led him down the stairs to JC’s studio. He knew that JC had taken to hiding out down there; away from the judgmental eyes of his friends, and that would have been the first place that Justin looked for him.
Once he’d checked in with the guys of course and found out what had happened the previous night, made sure that Britney had gone home and JC had slept alone.
Not that he wanted JC sleeping alone, but JC should be sleeping with him not doing whatever it was that he was doing with Britney. And if JC was actually sleeping with her (which he didn’t think he was) than hell had fury like Justin pissed off as all hell.
“Studio…” Chris was grinning, Justin could tell even though he couldn’t see his face.
“I could come down by myself Chris, I do know the way you know,” he knew he sounded irritated, hell he felt irritated. And annoyed. And slightly worried but he didn’t know where that had come from.
“Yeah but then I couldn’t see your face,” Chris waved at the door, arm up barring him from entering.
“What the…?” Justin glanced at the arm stopping him, and glared at the man attached to that arm.
“Look,” Chris instructed, Justin rolled his eyes… because as much as they called JC a drama queen sometimes he had nothing on Chris in full drama mode.
He pushed Chris’ arm aside and touched the door, peering through the glass window. Inside the room JC and Lance were sitting together at the console, although Lance seemed to be worrying his bottom lip with his teeth glancing intermittently at the door and his watch, while JC was engrossed in whatever magazine he was flipping through and was certainly not working on anything music related.
“I don’t…” Justin started as JC turned to Lance, holding the magazine out to him. Justin’s eyes widened, his breath halted and his heart stuttered to a stop in his chest.
Was this what a heart attack felt like?
He felt vaguely lightheaded, wondered if Cameron had called over that morning and found out what he was only now learning.
JC and Britney were not a long-term couple, they weren’t even a short term couple. They were an atrocity; the church would probably condemn them and view them as a portent of a coming apocalypse.
There was certainly no reason for JC to be looking at rings that would look hideous on his fingers.
Because that’s what JC was doing… he was looking at rings, fairly nice sized ones from the picture that JC was showing Lance.
Lance was shaking his head and JC had that stubborn look on his face, the one that meant he was digging his feet in and was going to fight for his choice.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
He felt Chris’ hands on his shoulders, massaging lightly. “We just found out about an hour ago…” his friends voice was soft. No amusement to be found, in fact he sounded almost as stunned as Justin felt.
What the hell was Britney up to? And why had JC agreed with it? They’d been dating for fourteen days and he was already looking at fucking rings?! What the hell!?!
He pushed the door open and from the way that Lance leapt to his feet and JC jumped in his seat he figured the expression on his face was absolutely murderous.
He certainly felt like killing someone. If Britney had walked in at the moment he would have strangled her with his bare hands he was so livid. At himself, at her, even at JC to some degree.
Because JC should have stopped it before it got this far.
“I think…” Lance waved at the door, Chris nodding emphatically. Both of their heads bopping around in movements that reminded him of their bobble heads. Lance plucked the ring magazine from JC’s hands ignoring his protests as he then pushed Chris towards the door, letting it shut behind them.
“Justin…” JC’s eyes were wide and now he looked worried. Watching him with wary eyes as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth again and again.
Justin just stared at him, he was filled with some emotion that he couldn’t even begin to put a name to. Couldn’t even begin to understand. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. He was so angry, so filled with the emotion that he was surprised that JC could remain sitting in the room with him. If he’d been JC he would have fled for higher ground immediately. Let him calm down.
“I…” he stopped staring at his oldest friend. The man that he’d thought would always be there for him, no questions asked. The one that was always supposed to wait for him, regardless of how long it took to make the hard choices.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, then another and another. Wished fervently for candles or incense or something other than the smell of JC’s cologne and JC’s soap and JC himself.
He jumped when he felt the soft touch of JC’s fingers on his face, took another breath as JC’s fingers made their way down his neck, rubbing in small circles. Relaxing him bit by bit.
“Relax,” JC ordered softly. Justin laughed, trying to keep from sounding hysterical, kept his eyes closed because he certainly didn’t want to see JC looking at him with an expression of pity… or worse remorse.
JC’s hands dropped and Justin took one more deep breath before he made to step away. Before he found he couldn’t. JC’s hands were firmly on his hips, holding him in place in front of him. They could kiss now, they were as close… actually they were closer than they had been the previous night when Britney had knocked on the door.
Britney wasn’t in the house… who would interrupt them this time?
“Tell me what’s wrong,” JC said quietly, “Did something happen with you and Cameron?” Justin’s eyes flew open and all he saw was gentle understanding in the blue eyes only inches from him.
“No… there is… no…” Justin winced, because now that he was prepared to say ‘there is no me and Cameron’ he found the words wouldn’t come. If JC was going to be with Britney, well Justin wasn’t giving up his safety net just yet.
Being alone sucked, especially if had to watch JC and Britney reenact a scene from The Happy Couple.
JC waited patiently while Justin drew another breath.
“Rings C?”
“It’s a gift,” JC said with a grin.
“A gift?!” Justin asked incredulously. “You were looking at fucking engagement rings!”
JC frowned at him, took a step back when Justin’s waving hands would have hit him, crossed his arms over his chest. Justin scowled when he saw the mulish expression settle onto his face.
“They had the stones that I liked… Britney’s been a really good friend lately…”
“So you’re looking at fucking engagement rings?! Buy her a damn bracelet, or a necklace, or I don’t know a fucking clue…”
“Justin…” JC started a disapproving expression on his face, and Justin just knew that he was seconds away from a lecture on his language, followed by one on how people should be allowed to live their own lives free of persecution by friends and family.
He remembered it vividly from when JC had told them all that he was gay, not bi, gay. Which meant that he didn’t like girls like that. And Britney had been there when it had all come out.
“She knows your gay C, she was fu…” Justin cut off, clearing his throat at JC’s pointed look. “Freaking there when we had the talk, remember?”
“Of course I do, and she’s been really great about, you know… everything… you know… me figuring things out and all…” Justin narrowed his eyes as JC trailed off weakly.
“This is crazy,” Justin decided.
“Justin?”
“I knew something was going on but now… I’m more sure of it than anything.”
“There’s nothing going on… you… you just have a suspicious mind.”
“And it’s served me damn well,” Justin stared at him thoughtfully, moved forward quickly he forced JC into the chair that he’d been sitting in. Hands braced on the arm rests, inches separating them he continued staring.
“I’m going to fix this,” he said decisively.
“Justin?” JC squirmed awkwardly in the chair; he barely had a chance to move back an inch before Justin descended on him, his lips moving in a hard kiss.
Punishing, claiming.
He knew it would have been better if JC had actually responded but the older man seemed catatonic so it would have to do. Although his lips were really, really soft and Justin wouldn’t mind doing this for another fifty or so years as long as JC would participate every time forward.
This was Justin marking his territory. Reminding JC who he belonged to. Much easier than pissing on the lawn or a tree Justin decided. Also much less likely to have him arrested for indecent exposure.
He backed off as quickly as he’d moved in, smirking at the stunned expression on JC’s face. Drew a finger down the middle of JC’s face, rubbed a thumb over his lips and then backed away. Before JC could regain sanity and kick his ass.
“I’ll fix this,” he promised, then left.
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TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Ring Catalogs – JC/Britney, JC/Justin UST
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Double Date with Ex’s
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
Justin was frustrated. It had been a long morning, punctuated by self-injury and much mocking, disguised as concern by his ‘friends’. And it seemed to be getting even longer as he waited for someone to let him into JC’s house.
He knew there was somebody in there; he could hear the television it was turned up so loud. So that led him to believe that he was being avoided, shunned, left out on the doorstep.
Cameron had patted him on the back before he left, telling him to tell JC the truth about everything. Especially her… before JC and Britney decided to get married leaving him being the best man for the man he was in love with.
He’d scowled, because unless she was psychic she couldn’t know that things would go that far. He’d go insane before things got that far. He’d then insisted that would never happen because he’d kidnap JC before he’d allow him to walk down the aisle with that viper.
Now he had to wonder what had happened, he’d known leaving JC and Britney alone in the driveway had been a huge, horrible mistake. Britney had probably convinced him to run off to Vegas and get married in some tacky, one hour marriage chapel.
He was so going to have to book Cameron on Letterman or some shit while Lance was taking care of the annulment.
“Oh hey,” Chris’ face appeared suddenly before him as the door was opened and he lurched forward, years of dancing just barely keeping him from making an absolute fool of himself by collapsing onto the ground. “You’re early.”
Justin glanced down at his watch, frowned when he realized that Chris was right and then scowled at Chris for just general purposes.
“Don’t even look at me like that boy,” Chris grinned, a demonic light in his eyes.
“What’s happened?” he sighed loudly. Because he’d been hoping that by thinking about Britney and JC getting married (he barely repressed the answering shudder at that thought) that it wouldn’t happen.
“Nothing,” Chris said innocently. “I just want you to know that it’s totally not my fault.”
“Right,” Justin rubbed at the spot right between his eyes. Maybe he had a tumor or something; there was absolutely no explainable reason why he kept getting these migraines in exactly the same spot. “Just tell me.”
“I think it’d be better if I show you,” there was a frisson of discomfort that raced down Justin’s spine, because Chris, with that expression on his face? Could mean nothing good. At least not for Justin.
“She’s not here is she?”
“Oh no… she left about an hour ago.”
“Don’t even tell me she spent the night, not unless you’re also telling me that she either spent it on the couch or you slept between them. Because Chris… I’m so not in the mood…”
“She went home like a good little girl,” there was the classic Chris snort at what he thought of that statement. “And JC slept alone in his bed like a good little boy… I know because I got up four times to check… wouldn’t put it past her to climb the trellis or something,” the last said under his breath and Justin smirked. Because at the very least he had one person that was on his side. Even though Chris seemed to take an unholy pleasure in his misery when he wasn’t being screamed at for not preventing it in the first place.
“Good, then what… Where are we going?” Justin frowned as Chris led him down the stairs to JC’s studio. He knew that JC had taken to hiding out down there; away from the judgmental eyes of his friends, and that would have been the first place that Justin looked for him.
Once he’d checked in with the guys of course and found out what had happened the previous night, made sure that Britney had gone home and JC had slept alone.
Not that he wanted JC sleeping alone, but JC should be sleeping with him not doing whatever it was that he was doing with Britney. And if JC was actually sleeping with her (which he didn’t think he was) than hell had fury like Justin pissed off as all hell.
“Studio…” Chris was grinning, Justin could tell even though he couldn’t see his face.
“I could come down by myself Chris, I do know the way you know,” he knew he sounded irritated, hell he felt irritated. And annoyed. And slightly worried but he didn’t know where that had come from.
“Yeah but then I couldn’t see your face,” Chris waved at the door, arm up barring him from entering.
“What the…?” Justin glanced at the arm stopping him, and glared at the man attached to that arm.
“Look,” Chris instructed, Justin rolled his eyes… because as much as they called JC a drama queen sometimes he had nothing on Chris in full drama mode.
He pushed Chris’ arm aside and touched the door, peering through the glass window. Inside the room JC and Lance were sitting together at the console, although Lance seemed to be worrying his bottom lip with his teeth glancing intermittently at the door and his watch, while JC was engrossed in whatever magazine he was flipping through and was certainly not working on anything music related.
“I don’t…” Justin started as JC turned to Lance, holding the magazine out to him. Justin’s eyes widened, his breath halted and his heart stuttered to a stop in his chest.
Was this what a heart attack felt like?
He felt vaguely lightheaded, wondered if Cameron had called over that morning and found out what he was only now learning.
JC and Britney were not a long-term couple, they weren’t even a short term couple. They were an atrocity; the church would probably condemn them and view them as a portent of a coming apocalypse.
There was certainly no reason for JC to be looking at rings that would look hideous on his fingers.
Because that’s what JC was doing… he was looking at rings, fairly nice sized ones from the picture that JC was showing Lance.
Lance was shaking his head and JC had that stubborn look on his face, the one that meant he was digging his feet in and was going to fight for his choice.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
He felt Chris’ hands on his shoulders, massaging lightly. “We just found out about an hour ago…” his friends voice was soft. No amusement to be found, in fact he sounded almost as stunned as Justin felt.
What the hell was Britney up to? And why had JC agreed with it? They’d been dating for fourteen days and he was already looking at fucking rings?! What the hell!?!
He pushed the door open and from the way that Lance leapt to his feet and JC jumped in his seat he figured the expression on his face was absolutely murderous.
He certainly felt like killing someone. If Britney had walked in at the moment he would have strangled her with his bare hands he was so livid. At himself, at her, even at JC to some degree.
Because JC should have stopped it before it got this far.
“I think…” Lance waved at the door, Chris nodding emphatically. Both of their heads bopping around in movements that reminded him of their bobble heads. Lance plucked the ring magazine from JC’s hands ignoring his protests as he then pushed Chris towards the door, letting it shut behind them.
“Justin…” JC’s eyes were wide and now he looked worried. Watching him with wary eyes as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth again and again.
Justin just stared at him, he was filled with some emotion that he couldn’t even begin to put a name to. Couldn’t even begin to understand. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. He was so angry, so filled with the emotion that he was surprised that JC could remain sitting in the room with him. If he’d been JC he would have fled for higher ground immediately. Let him calm down.
“I…” he stopped staring at his oldest friend. The man that he’d thought would always be there for him, no questions asked. The one that was always supposed to wait for him, regardless of how long it took to make the hard choices.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, then another and another. Wished fervently for candles or incense or something other than the smell of JC’s cologne and JC’s soap and JC himself.
He jumped when he felt the soft touch of JC’s fingers on his face, took another breath as JC’s fingers made their way down his neck, rubbing in small circles. Relaxing him bit by bit.
“Relax,” JC ordered softly. Justin laughed, trying to keep from sounding hysterical, kept his eyes closed because he certainly didn’t want to see JC looking at him with an expression of pity… or worse remorse.
JC’s hands dropped and Justin took one more deep breath before he made to step away. Before he found he couldn’t. JC’s hands were firmly on his hips, holding him in place in front of him. They could kiss now, they were as close… actually they were closer than they had been the previous night when Britney had knocked on the door.
Britney wasn’t in the house… who would interrupt them this time?
“Tell me what’s wrong,” JC said quietly, “Did something happen with you and Cameron?” Justin’s eyes flew open and all he saw was gentle understanding in the blue eyes only inches from him.
“No… there is… no…” Justin winced, because now that he was prepared to say ‘there is no me and Cameron’ he found the words wouldn’t come. If JC was going to be with Britney, well Justin wasn’t giving up his safety net just yet.
Being alone sucked, especially if had to watch JC and Britney reenact a scene from The Happy Couple.
JC waited patiently while Justin drew another breath.
“Rings C?”
“It’s a gift,” JC said with a grin.
“A gift?!” Justin asked incredulously. “You were looking at fucking engagement rings!”
JC frowned at him, took a step back when Justin’s waving hands would have hit him, crossed his arms over his chest. Justin scowled when he saw the mulish expression settle onto his face.
“They had the stones that I liked… Britney’s been a really good friend lately…”
“So you’re looking at fucking engagement rings?! Buy her a damn bracelet, or a necklace, or I don’t know a fucking clue…”
“Justin…” JC started a disapproving expression on his face, and Justin just knew that he was seconds away from a lecture on his language, followed by one on how people should be allowed to live their own lives free of persecution by friends and family.
He remembered it vividly from when JC had told them all that he was gay, not bi, gay. Which meant that he didn’t like girls like that. And Britney had been there when it had all come out.
“She knows your gay C, she was fu…” Justin cut off, clearing his throat at JC’s pointed look. “Freaking there when we had the talk, remember?”
“Of course I do, and she’s been really great about, you know… everything… you know… me figuring things out and all…” Justin narrowed his eyes as JC trailed off weakly.
“This is crazy,” Justin decided.
“Justin?”
“I knew something was going on but now… I’m more sure of it than anything.”
“There’s nothing going on… you… you just have a suspicious mind.”
“And it’s served me damn well,” Justin stared at him thoughtfully, moved forward quickly he forced JC into the chair that he’d been sitting in. Hands braced on the arm rests, inches separating them he continued staring.
“I’m going to fix this,” he said decisively.
“Justin?” JC squirmed awkwardly in the chair; he barely had a chance to move back an inch before Justin descended on him, his lips moving in a hard kiss.
Punishing, claiming.
He knew it would have been better if JC had actually responded but the older man seemed catatonic so it would have to do. Although his lips were really, really soft and Justin wouldn’t mind doing this for another fifty or so years as long as JC would participate every time forward.
This was Justin marking his territory. Reminding JC who he belonged to. Much easier than pissing on the lawn or a tree Justin decided. Also much less likely to have him arrested for indecent exposure.
He backed off as quickly as he’d moved in, smirking at the stunned expression on JC’s face. Drew a finger down the middle of JC’s face, rubbed a thumb over his lips and then backed away. Before JC could regain sanity and kick his ass.
“I’ll fix this,” he promised, then left.
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Date: 2003-09-09 06:29 am (UTC)Great stuff!!