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laniew1Yeah… so Justin… has gone insane.
At first he thought he was dreaming.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has A Felony Committed By A Boyband – 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 Ring Catalogs
Every Good Plan… Has A Felony Committed By A Boyband
At first he thought he was dreaming.
Justin was leaning over his bed, touching his face, murmuring softly.
Over the years he’d had quite a few Justin dreams. Most of them taking place in his bedroom, sometimes on the tour bus, sometimes some nondescript hotel room. Most of the time they were naked, or close to naked. Sometimes they were having sex.
He realized that the dream (that he still thought he was dreaming) wasn’t one of those special Justin dreams that put the extra spring in his step when he heard the higher pitch of Chris’ voice, then the low murmur of Lance’s.
It was frustrating that after all this time that just a few short weeks of being pretty much held hostage in his own home had forced his subconscious to include them within his most personal dreams.
He was going to have to do something about that.
“C…” he felt the gentle tap of Justin’s fingers and forced bleary eyes open. So he wasn’t dreaming then?
His head hurt and his eyes insisted that there were three Justin’s. Which in one of his nice, sweet, slightly kinky but in a good way dreams might not be bad. But since this wasn’t a dream and Justin, Lance and Chris were obviously in his bedroom at some ungodly early hour this couldn’t be good...
Had he drank the night before? His brow wrinkled as he thought, he didn’t remember drinking. He’d had a headache, Lance had made soup, forced aspirin down his throat and tucked him in bed.
“Told you,” JC blinked trying to force his eyes to focus, trying to force his mind to focus. Chris sounded agitated… and slightly worried? “Lance gave him too much…”
“I gave him two tablets just like the bottle said,” Lance’s voice was indignant, JC craned his head and saw two of the blond bass standing off to one side of the bed, a duffel bag at his feet.
Was he leaving? Maybe JC could convince him to take Chris. Although later he might have to say something about Lance using his luggage to pack… Lance had three different sets of luggage after all. All for different trip types, which seemed kind of stupid but for Lance it must have made sense.
“Yeah, its two tablets when he’s having trouble sleeping… you know insomnia… He hasn’t been having any trouble sleeping,” Chris’ voice was matter of fact and JC wondered how he knew that. No one knew that but him… and his doctor.
And then suddenly the conversation that seemed as if it was taking place in a nice big hollow tunnel that didn’t really seem to contain him sank into his sleep-addled and obviously drug-addled mind. They’d given him his sleeping pills?
What the hell?! His friends, his best friends were drugging him now? What had he ever done so horribly in a previous life that deserved this?
“JC I need you to wake up,” Justin was ignoring them as they squabbled at each other, the bed dipped and Justin was suddenly sitting next to him. Rubbing his cheeks as JC blinked up at him.
“’m wake…” he said very unconvincingly. It might have helped if he could keep his eyes open… or at the very least focus the damn things. They seemed to have a mind of their own.
“No you’re not,” Justin sounded amused… and was still rubbing his cheeks.
Tired,” JC muttered his eyes closing despite his best efforts to keep them open, he was getting tired of trying to figure out which Justin was the real one anyway.
“I know,” Justin said apologetically. “I’m sorry,” prying his eyes open into little slits JC saw him shoot an evil glare at Lance and wow… had Justin learned that particular look from Lance? Because it seemed eerily familiar and JC could have sworn that he’d seen Lance shoot that particular look at all of them at one time or another.
Turning his attention back to JC he petted JC’s hair softly and gnawed on his bottom lip. “Maybe if the two of you helped me…”
Two Chris’ sighed the sigh of someone long-suffering and moved to the other side of the bed while the blurred Lance’s dug through the duffel bag at his feet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
JC tried to help them by sitting up but all his muscles insisted that this was a stupid idea and his time would be better served by staring at the ceiling contemplating the meaning of life.
Which is what he ended up doing.
The Chris’ helped the Justin’s sit him up, then the Chris’ supported him in the front while the Justin’s wrestled him into the sweatshirt. He was foggy on the details of how his jeans got on. One minute they weren’t there the next they were… he blinked… maybe the nine of them knew magic.
And he giggled to himself over the thought because suddenly he was picturing Justin and Chris and Lance in the robes from Hogwart’s, with ties and the little cone caps, wands at the ready. For their punishment for whatever they were up to he was so going to buy them all that shit and force them to wear it somewhere.
If nothing else their young teen fans would get a kick out of it.
“What?” JC mumbled leaning his shoulder forward on the Justin’s shoulders as the Chris’ tried to push his un-cooperating feet into shoes. Maybe he should tell them that he’d prefer his sandals? But no… he wasn’t going to make what it seemed was a kidnapping any easier than he’d already made it.
He was also going to insist on having a food taster from now on. As soon as he woke back up.
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The three men stared down at the bed.
“So now what?” Chris bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. JC had once more fallen back asleep and for once he didn’t even waste the time glaring at Lance. He didn’t need to because Justin was already doing it for him. It was like tag-team glaring. Fun for the whole family.
“I guess we could carry him down to the car, he’s light enough,” Justin decided abruptly.
“You can carry him, he’s taller than me and I don’t care how light he is. We’ll end up in a pile at the bottom of the stairs and then where will your brilliant plan be,” Chris stated, ignoring Lance’s snort. Just because he agreed with him didn’t mean he wanted to face the wrath of Justin.
Justin’s wrath was a scary thing.
“If you’d just stop being a twit and tell him the truth we wouldn’t be risking our lives and our careers and fucking jail time doing this,” Lance growled.
“I can’t… he’ll hate me.”
“And you think he’ll hate you less for drugging him and kidnapping him?” Lance rolled his eyes. “You really are a natural blonde aren’t you?”
“Fuck you Bass.”
“No thanks… I’ll leave that chore for JC. That is if he still wants to, after you spend the next twenty years in prison for kidnapping. Do you even know… or care how many laws we’re breaking right now?!”
“We’re helping him.”
“We’re kidnapping him… after having drugged him.”
“He’ll thank us for this one day, when he’s happy and sane and not trapped in a marriage with the evil bitch of the west.”
Lance snorted again, Justin ignored him.
“Joey could carry him down to the car with no problem,” Justin grumbled under his breath. “Where the hell is he anyway? I thought he’d be here for this.”
“You really think Joey would participate in this insane plan to kidnap JC until he gives up Britney and returns to his pre-newly-found-hetero-sexual ways?” Chris asked.
“Kelly wouldn’t let him out of the house,” Justin deciphered
“She said that she’d allow him to participate and screw up her wedding plans over her dead body. I guess Joe didn’t feel like taking her up on her offer,” Chris smirked.
“Plus you know he’s getting regular sex for once… probably didn’t want to lose that after everything else,” Lance shrugged.
“So I guess it’s up to the three of us,” Justin squared his shoulders, took a deep breath.
“The two of you,” Chris corrected. “I’ve got back problems and a bad knee, and you know I’m not supposed to lift anything over fifty pounds… I’ll carry the bag.”
“Wimp.”
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JC woke to the feeling of motion. He lay still for a moment as the cobwebs cleared from his mind, blinking drowsily a few times as he thought.
The motion felt exactly like being on a bus, a tour bus to be exact… if he concentrated he thought he could hear the low murmurs of Justin and Chris playing video games, swearing a teach other.
Which couldn’t be of course, they weren’t on tour.
He stretched once, hoping that movement would help clear the confusion from his brain. He turned onto his side to look at the clock on his bedside table and almost fell out of the bunk he was ensconced in.
What the hell? He swore silently. Rubbed at his head in confusion.
He was just dreaming still, when he woke up he’d be sleeping in his own room. Wrapped in his own covers, hugging his pillow… and his friends wouldn’t have drugged him with his own sleeping pills.
He frowned at that thought.
Than his eyes narrowed and he noticed that he was indeed in a bunk, a bit nicer than the ones that they’d had on the *NSYNC buses but still a bunk. The noises that he heard were indeed the sound of Chris and Justin playing video games, plus the sound of Lance on his cell phone and music playing softly… probably so as to not wake him.
Too late, he growled to himself before flinging the curtain open.
He had to hold the bunk as he slid down off it, his knees not holding his weight as he crumpled onto the carpeted floor; he vaguely remembered Lance and Chris arguing about having given him to many pills. He was going to be feeling the after effects of those for a while.
He wondered if anyone would mind if he curled up in a ball right here on the floor. The carpet was really nice and soft, his vision was hazy again. Someone could throw a blanket over him when they walked past, maybe fetch his pillow from his bunk.
He could yell at Justin and the others later for kidnapping him.
“C,” Justin’s voice was soft, scolding and JC felt his strong arms lifting him. Instead of depositing him back in his bunk they moved him onto the couch. Soft hands stroked his hair lightly.
“Where are we?” JC mumbled, his eyes remained closed and he felt Justin’s hand stop in its rhythmic motions.
“We’re on tour,” Chris said brightly. “Except you know, when the bus stops Justin will be the only one performing. It’s like a vacation.”
“Hiatus,” JC corrected.
“Break,” was Lance’s input.
“We get to listen to all the little teenies scream for J… It’ll be like old times, only you know without us having to get out on stage with him,” Chris again.
Justin remained silent, his hand a heavy presence against JC’s head.
“You felt the need to drug me and drag me along so I could witness all of this?”
“Plus you know, it got you away from Britney. She’s a bad influence on you C. Making you think you’re friends and straight and all that,” Chris muttered.
“She is my friend.”
“She’s using you Jace,” Justin murmured into his ear, his breath sending shivers down JC’s spine. Justin was to close, his eyes boring into JC’s as if he could see his secrets, his soul.
“She’s my friend,” JC said softly. “She’s not doing anything that I didn’t ask her to do.”
“Really,” Justin’s voice was thick with his disbelief and JC closed his eyes against it.
“She never tried to drug me anyway; I should so call the police on your ass.”
“But you won’t,” Justin whispered against his cheek. “Because you know we’re helping you, you want us to help you.”
“Or maybe I’m just waiting until you let your guard down and I’ll just walk away.”
“Never happen C… you need us,” Justin kissed his cheek, a quick barely there peck. “Just like we need you.”
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At first he thought he was dreaming.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has A Felony Committed By A Boyband – 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 Ring Catalogs
Every Good Plan… Has A Felony Committed By A Boyband
At first he thought he was dreaming.
Justin was leaning over his bed, touching his face, murmuring softly.
Over the years he’d had quite a few Justin dreams. Most of them taking place in his bedroom, sometimes on the tour bus, sometimes some nondescript hotel room. Most of the time they were naked, or close to naked. Sometimes they were having sex.
He realized that the dream (that he still thought he was dreaming) wasn’t one of those special Justin dreams that put the extra spring in his step when he heard the higher pitch of Chris’ voice, then the low murmur of Lance’s.
It was frustrating that after all this time that just a few short weeks of being pretty much held hostage in his own home had forced his subconscious to include them within his most personal dreams.
He was going to have to do something about that.
“C…” he felt the gentle tap of Justin’s fingers and forced bleary eyes open. So he wasn’t dreaming then?
His head hurt and his eyes insisted that there were three Justin’s. Which in one of his nice, sweet, slightly kinky but in a good way dreams might not be bad. But since this wasn’t a dream and Justin, Lance and Chris were obviously in his bedroom at some ungodly early hour this couldn’t be good...
Had he drank the night before? His brow wrinkled as he thought, he didn’t remember drinking. He’d had a headache, Lance had made soup, forced aspirin down his throat and tucked him in bed.
“Told you,” JC blinked trying to force his eyes to focus, trying to force his mind to focus. Chris sounded agitated… and slightly worried? “Lance gave him too much…”
“I gave him two tablets just like the bottle said,” Lance’s voice was indignant, JC craned his head and saw two of the blond bass standing off to one side of the bed, a duffel bag at his feet.
Was he leaving? Maybe JC could convince him to take Chris. Although later he might have to say something about Lance using his luggage to pack… Lance had three different sets of luggage after all. All for different trip types, which seemed kind of stupid but for Lance it must have made sense.
“Yeah, its two tablets when he’s having trouble sleeping… you know insomnia… He hasn’t been having any trouble sleeping,” Chris’ voice was matter of fact and JC wondered how he knew that. No one knew that but him… and his doctor.
And then suddenly the conversation that seemed as if it was taking place in a nice big hollow tunnel that didn’t really seem to contain him sank into his sleep-addled and obviously drug-addled mind. They’d given him his sleeping pills?
What the hell?! His friends, his best friends were drugging him now? What had he ever done so horribly in a previous life that deserved this?
“JC I need you to wake up,” Justin was ignoring them as they squabbled at each other, the bed dipped and Justin was suddenly sitting next to him. Rubbing his cheeks as JC blinked up at him.
“’m wake…” he said very unconvincingly. It might have helped if he could keep his eyes open… or at the very least focus the damn things. They seemed to have a mind of their own.
“No you’re not,” Justin sounded amused… and was still rubbing his cheeks.
Tired,” JC muttered his eyes closing despite his best efforts to keep them open, he was getting tired of trying to figure out which Justin was the real one anyway.
“I know,” Justin said apologetically. “I’m sorry,” prying his eyes open into little slits JC saw him shoot an evil glare at Lance and wow… had Justin learned that particular look from Lance? Because it seemed eerily familiar and JC could have sworn that he’d seen Lance shoot that particular look at all of them at one time or another.
Turning his attention back to JC he petted JC’s hair softly and gnawed on his bottom lip. “Maybe if the two of you helped me…”
Two Chris’ sighed the sigh of someone long-suffering and moved to the other side of the bed while the blurred Lance’s dug through the duffel bag at his feet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
JC tried to help them by sitting up but all his muscles insisted that this was a stupid idea and his time would be better served by staring at the ceiling contemplating the meaning of life.
Which is what he ended up doing.
The Chris’ helped the Justin’s sit him up, then the Chris’ supported him in the front while the Justin’s wrestled him into the sweatshirt. He was foggy on the details of how his jeans got on. One minute they weren’t there the next they were… he blinked… maybe the nine of them knew magic.
And he giggled to himself over the thought because suddenly he was picturing Justin and Chris and Lance in the robes from Hogwart’s, with ties and the little cone caps, wands at the ready. For their punishment for whatever they were up to he was so going to buy them all that shit and force them to wear it somewhere.
If nothing else their young teen fans would get a kick out of it.
“What?” JC mumbled leaning his shoulder forward on the Justin’s shoulders as the Chris’ tried to push his un-cooperating feet into shoes. Maybe he should tell them that he’d prefer his sandals? But no… he wasn’t going to make what it seemed was a kidnapping any easier than he’d already made it.
He was also going to insist on having a food taster from now on. As soon as he woke back up.
The three men stared down at the bed.
“So now what?” Chris bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. JC had once more fallen back asleep and for once he didn’t even waste the time glaring at Lance. He didn’t need to because Justin was already doing it for him. It was like tag-team glaring. Fun for the whole family.
“I guess we could carry him down to the car, he’s light enough,” Justin decided abruptly.
“You can carry him, he’s taller than me and I don’t care how light he is. We’ll end up in a pile at the bottom of the stairs and then where will your brilliant plan be,” Chris stated, ignoring Lance’s snort. Just because he agreed with him didn’t mean he wanted to face the wrath of Justin.
Justin’s wrath was a scary thing.
“If you’d just stop being a twit and tell him the truth we wouldn’t be risking our lives and our careers and fucking jail time doing this,” Lance growled.
“I can’t… he’ll hate me.”
“And you think he’ll hate you less for drugging him and kidnapping him?” Lance rolled his eyes. “You really are a natural blonde aren’t you?”
“Fuck you Bass.”
“No thanks… I’ll leave that chore for JC. That is if he still wants to, after you spend the next twenty years in prison for kidnapping. Do you even know… or care how many laws we’re breaking right now?!”
“We’re helping him.”
“We’re kidnapping him… after having drugged him.”
“He’ll thank us for this one day, when he’s happy and sane and not trapped in a marriage with the evil bitch of the west.”
Lance snorted again, Justin ignored him.
“Joey could carry him down to the car with no problem,” Justin grumbled under his breath. “Where the hell is he anyway? I thought he’d be here for this.”
“You really think Joey would participate in this insane plan to kidnap JC until he gives up Britney and returns to his pre-newly-found-hetero-sexual ways?” Chris asked.
“Kelly wouldn’t let him out of the house,” Justin deciphered
“She said that she’d allow him to participate and screw up her wedding plans over her dead body. I guess Joe didn’t feel like taking her up on her offer,” Chris smirked.
“Plus you know he’s getting regular sex for once… probably didn’t want to lose that after everything else,” Lance shrugged.
“So I guess it’s up to the three of us,” Justin squared his shoulders, took a deep breath.
“The two of you,” Chris corrected. “I’ve got back problems and a bad knee, and you know I’m not supposed to lift anything over fifty pounds… I’ll carry the bag.”
“Wimp.”
JC woke to the feeling of motion. He lay still for a moment as the cobwebs cleared from his mind, blinking drowsily a few times as he thought.
The motion felt exactly like being on a bus, a tour bus to be exact… if he concentrated he thought he could hear the low murmurs of Justin and Chris playing video games, swearing a teach other.
Which couldn’t be of course, they weren’t on tour.
He stretched once, hoping that movement would help clear the confusion from his brain. He turned onto his side to look at the clock on his bedside table and almost fell out of the bunk he was ensconced in.
What the hell? He swore silently. Rubbed at his head in confusion.
He was just dreaming still, when he woke up he’d be sleeping in his own room. Wrapped in his own covers, hugging his pillow… and his friends wouldn’t have drugged him with his own sleeping pills.
He frowned at that thought.
Than his eyes narrowed and he noticed that he was indeed in a bunk, a bit nicer than the ones that they’d had on the *NSYNC buses but still a bunk. The noises that he heard were indeed the sound of Chris and Justin playing video games, plus the sound of Lance on his cell phone and music playing softly… probably so as to not wake him.
Too late, he growled to himself before flinging the curtain open.
He had to hold the bunk as he slid down off it, his knees not holding his weight as he crumpled onto the carpeted floor; he vaguely remembered Lance and Chris arguing about having given him to many pills. He was going to be feeling the after effects of those for a while.
He wondered if anyone would mind if he curled up in a ball right here on the floor. The carpet was really nice and soft, his vision was hazy again. Someone could throw a blanket over him when they walked past, maybe fetch his pillow from his bunk.
He could yell at Justin and the others later for kidnapping him.
“C,” Justin’s voice was soft, scolding and JC felt his strong arms lifting him. Instead of depositing him back in his bunk they moved him onto the couch. Soft hands stroked his hair lightly.
“Where are we?” JC mumbled, his eyes remained closed and he felt Justin’s hand stop in its rhythmic motions.
“We’re on tour,” Chris said brightly. “Except you know, when the bus stops Justin will be the only one performing. It’s like a vacation.”
“Hiatus,” JC corrected.
“Break,” was Lance’s input.
“We get to listen to all the little teenies scream for J… It’ll be like old times, only you know without us having to get out on stage with him,” Chris again.
Justin remained silent, his hand a heavy presence against JC’s head.
“You felt the need to drug me and drag me along so I could witness all of this?”
“Plus you know, it got you away from Britney. She’s a bad influence on you C. Making you think you’re friends and straight and all that,” Chris muttered.
“She is my friend.”
“She’s using you Jace,” Justin murmured into his ear, his breath sending shivers down JC’s spine. Justin was to close, his eyes boring into JC’s as if he could see his secrets, his soul.
“She’s my friend,” JC said softly. “She’s not doing anything that I didn’t ask her to do.”
“Really,” Justin’s voice was thick with his disbelief and JC closed his eyes against it.
“She never tried to drug me anyway; I should so call the police on your ass.”
“But you won’t,” Justin whispered against his cheek. “Because you know we’re helping you, you want us to help you.”
“Or maybe I’m just waiting until you let your guard down and I’ll just walk away.”
“Never happen C… you need us,” Justin kissed his cheek, a quick barely there peck. “Just like we need you.”
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Date: 2003-09-15 09:53 am (UTC)“She’s using you Jace,” Justin murmured into his ear, his breath sending shivers down JC’s spine. Justin was to close, his eyes boring into JC’s as if he could see his secrets, his soul.
“She’s my friend,” JC said softly. “She’s not doing anything that I didn’t ask her to do.”
“Really,” Justin’s voice was thick with his disbelief and JC closed his eyes against it.
“She never tried to drug me anyway; I should so call the police on your ass.”
This is just what I needed this morning.
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Date: 2003-09-23 10:32 am (UTC)Justin's so jealous. I love it.
And I love this story :)