![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laniew1JC was dreaming that he was surfing. That in itself wasn’t unusual. He didn’t dream so much about surfing any more but every so often he’d have one; not recently though, recently his dreams had been decidedly not for family viewing.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Conversations in Bed – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, the rest of the stories can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=laniew1&keyword=Every+Good+Plan&filter=all
Every Good Plan… Has Conversations in Bed
JC was dreaming that he was surfing. That in itself wasn’t unusual. He didn’t dream so much about surfing any more but every so often he’d have one; not recently though, recently his dreams had been decidedly not for family viewing.
But years before, when he’d been a teen-ager he’d dreamt it all the time. Dreamed of crystal blue water and perfect waves and no responsibility.
This dream was different then his normal surfing dreams. One because he couldn’t see the waves, he could only feel them and it was disconcerting because normally this dream was calming and instead it was making him decidedly nauseas.
He really hoped that the waste can was right by the bed where Britney had left it before Nick had taken her home.
“JC,” he slapped at the direction of the voice. Familiar in its high-pitched snarking quality. “JC, wake up,” the voice sing-songed and he felt the warmth of a body pressed against his own.
Forcing one bleary open he focused, saw Chris grinning maniacally down at him and let it close again.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” he announced. Abruptly the swaying motion of the bed (which Chris had been supplying by bouncing) ceased and when he managed to open an eye again he saw Chris staring down at him with a worried expression.
Probably wondering how badly Justin was going to punish him for letting JC drink. Even though he hadn’t even been in the state last night when JC had been getting drunk.
It was all semantics where Justin was concerned.
“You do look kind of green…” Chris observed.
“Joey’s liquor cabinet attacked me,” JC mumbled pitifully, he dragged a pillow over his face. Maybe if he tried really hard he could smother himself.
“That’s right you and Brit,” JC lowered the pillow so only his eyes showed, looking at Chris with a curious expression because he hadn’t thought that Britney’s name sounded synonymous with evil devil bitch but somehow Chris had managed to pull it off. “You guys were over at Joey and Kelly’s last night… did Britney run screaming when Kelly pulled out the million bridal magazines?”
“She found the wedding dress that she wants.”
Silence from Chris and JC was glad that most of his face was covered with the pillow. That way Chris couldn’t see his grin.
All these years of telling Chris to be quiet and calm down and the way that he’d finally managed to do it was to announce his engagement to Justin’s ex.
If he’d known it would be that easy he would have done it years ago… although not with Britney because Justin had still been with her but he could have found someone else that Justin thought he needed protecting from.
There was always Nick Carter.
Justin had always tried to keep him more than fifty feet him at all times… and someday he was going to figure out where the rift had come from. He could vaguely remember Justin and Nick being friends in Europe.
Maybe when all this was over Justin would tell him.
“A dress… you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
JC smirked. Britney had stopped on the way back to his house to pick up the magazine, all the time talking about bridesmaids’ dresses and a hair style that would look really cool.
JC had felt bad reminding her that this was all for show and a wedding would not be taking place, but he’d been drunk, slightly nauseated and had just wanted her to be quiet.
“If I promise to not bounce the bed do you promise not to yack on me?” Chris asked suddenly.
“I promise nothing,” JC mumbled.
That was obviously good enough for Chris because seconds later he was snuggling up to JC, tussling with him for control of the pillow over JC’s face. He shoved it under his head as JC laid an arm over his eyes.
“Are you trying to drive Justin insane?”
“What?” he pulled the arm down to peer at Chris in confusion.
“Because you are… and if you really go through with this wedding we’ll be visiting Justin in a padded cell.”
“I think you’re exaggerating a little.”
“I’m really not, what with Lance and Trace and their thing whose shoulder do you think Justin spent the last day and a half crying on?”
“Um… yours?”
“Bing, bing,” Chris grinned at him patting him lightly on the stomach. “And I notice that you pointedly did not comment on my Lance, Trace thing.”
JC looked away; as good as he’d gotten lately at the evading a point blank direct comment still took him a second to get ready for.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hah!” Chris snorted. “I walked in on them… It was traumatizing as hell. I’m thinking of suing Lance for mental anguish as well as forwarding all my psychiatrist bills to him. Justin’s thinking about having the whole bus fumigated as well as scheduling an exorcism when the tours done… you know just in case.”
“Maybe they like each other,” JC said unconvincingly. “Besides at least they’re not fighting anymore.”
“Oh they’re still fighting. Now it’s just punctuated by periods of ‘oh god, harder, harder’. Lance is a lot louder than I remember him being, are we sure he was getting laid before?”
“Pretty sure, either that or he was watching a lot of porn that sounded exactly like him.”
******************************************************************************
Britney knew she wasn’t alone before she opened her eyes.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” Nick’s voice was amused and Britney mentally checked that she was indeed still dressed.
No sex had taken place the night before… thank god… that would be really hard to explain to JC.
“’m awake,” she mumbled burrowing into her pillow.
“Right,” Nick said with no small amount of disbelief. “I’d believe that more if you could actually open your eyes and carry on a conversation.”
“I can carry on a conversation without opening my eyes. I’m multi-talented you know,” Britney muttered. Mutinously she kept her eyes closed, then cracked one just so she could see the smirking face next to her.
“Why are you in my bed?”
“Because you wouldn’t show me where the guestrooms were last night… and your couch is too damn uncomfortable, thought I was going to break something. You should have JC help you pick out a new one before the break up.”
“You could have gone to a hotel.”
“You know with this sort of hospitality I just can’t see why you don’t have more guests.”
“I have plenty of guests… most of them just have their own homes within a five mile radius.”
“Well I don’t…”
“You have a hotel room.”
“Actually, to be technical, no I don’t. I was staying with AJ, but I got tired of sleeping with my headphones on so that he could have some semblance of privacy, so here I am.”
“I thought AJ split up with…” she mentally snapped her fingers. “I thought AJ was single,” she finally said.
“He is… but that doesn’t mean that he stopped having sex. AJ is the king of pickups and one night stands.”
“So you’re learning at the knee of the master.”
“If I had a sex life I’d say yes… but unfortunately I don’t so…”
“Oh, you poor baby, if you wait just a second I can call JC and we’ll throw you a party,” Britney said sarcastically.
“You know celibacy doesn’t seem to be having any sort of adverse affect on you…” Nick turned on his side. “I would have thought that being engaged to the gay man that’s in love with your ex that you’d be a bit more bitchier than normal. But you seem perfectly okay with it all.”
“Well its not like I didn’t know about it,” Britney rolled her eyes. “Who do you think the first person that Justin admitted to his crush was?”
Nick blinked at her, Britney stared at him and Nick smiled smugly.
“You’re kidding right?” Britney grumbled.
“I think we were like fifteen or something… quiet hotel room, bottle of vodka that Joey snuck to us and a game of truth or dare,” Nick glanced over at her, Britney ignored him staring at the ceiling.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t announce it to the world when the two of you decided to hate each other.”
“Don’t think I didn’t think about it. But I like JC, Joey’s not that bad, and Howie would kill me if I did something bad to Chris so I kept my mouth shut.”
“You want a medal? What about Lance?”
Nick snorted. “Kevin doesn’t like Lance.”
******************************************************************************
“Justin…” Trace’s voice was soft and Justin turned on his side away from him.
“Shouldn’t you be licking Lance’s toes or something?” Justin asked snarkily. He heard the door shut and then the bed dipped as Trace sat on the edge.
“Lance has ticklish toes; he won’t let me lick them.”
“I really didn’t need to know that.”
“Are you okay?” Trace settled on his side next to him.
“I’m fine, hunky dory, just wonderful.”
“Justin…” There was distance between them on the bed while he waited for Justin’s posture to relax. Then with a heavily released breath Justin deflated and Trace pulled him close. Holding him as his body shook with the force of his tears. Trace could feel his anguish and heart ache and he wanted to cry to.
Instead he offered solace, he made soothing noises, rubbing his best friends hip gently, offering comfort even though he knew that for Justin there was really no comfort to be had.
“If he marries her… I don’t know what I’ll do if he goes through with it,” Trace didn’t need to look at Justin’s face to know that his face was red and blotchy from crying.
Some people could cry beautifully, tears streaming down their face but no emotion. Justin cried like his heart and soul were dying, every emotion plainly seen and shown.
Trace couldn’t remember the last time that Justin had cried like this, he thought it might have been when Britney had cheated on him but he hadn’t been witness to it.
JC had been witness to it. But now JC was part of the problem.
“He’s not going to marry her,” Trace said matter-of-factly. He didn’t know how anyone could doubt that Justin would be victorious in the end. Trace would play dirty to make sure that Justin and JC ended up together.
And if with some fucking weird twist of luck Britney managed to pull off the wedding Lance was all ready with necessary paperwork to make that marriage disappear.
He imagined that if Lance put his mind to it that he could actually make Britney disappear. Lance’s ability to do shit like that might actually have made him nervous if he wasn’t currently sleeping with him.
But he had no doubt that if things ended badly with him that it might take all of Justin’s abilities to talk Lance down to keep Trace from vanishing to wherever Lance banished people that pissed him off.
He wondered if Lance had a deserted island for strictly that purpose. The Island of People That Pissed Lance Off.
Maybe he’d make a sign for Lance to hang there.
He bit back the laugh but wasn’t fully successful since Justin twisted his head to look at him curiously with red, swollen eyes.
“Does my pain amuse you?” Justin asked with no heat, which was a true sign of how upset he really was.
“Just thinking of something that I need to tell Lance later.”
Justin scowled. “Whatever the two of you’ve got going on should be confined to the privacy of one of your rooms… and you can’t think about sex with each other while in the same room as me… and the bathrooms off limits to, because you know what. I have to use that room to and that’s just not cool.”
“You know what; I thought you’d be all happy and supportive that I’m seeing someone.”
“You and Lance are seeing each other?!” Justin’s voice rose and Trace backed away slowly as Justin turned to face him. “I thought this was some ‘we’re stuck on the same bus and we’re better off fucking each other than trying to kill each other’ thing. Don’t even tell me that the two of you are in a relationship!”
“It’s not really a relationship, it’s more of a, we’ll see what happens as long as we don’t kill each other thing.”
“Trace, buddy, pal… that’s a fucking relationship.”
“Oh… hmm,” Trace’s brow wrinkled. “Don’t tell Lance… he still thinks it’s a ‘we’ll see what happens as long as we don’t kill each other’ thing, if he thinks it’s the other thing he’ll start acting all weird and be expecting me to buy him like flowers and candy and shit… and no matter how good he is in bed that just ain’t gonna happen.”
******************************************************************************
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Conversations in Bed – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, the rest of the stories can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=laniew1&keyword=Every+Good+Plan&filter=all
Every Good Plan… Has Conversations in Bed
JC was dreaming that he was surfing. That in itself wasn’t unusual. He didn’t dream so much about surfing any more but every so often he’d have one; not recently though, recently his dreams had been decidedly not for family viewing.
But years before, when he’d been a teen-ager he’d dreamt it all the time. Dreamed of crystal blue water and perfect waves and no responsibility.
This dream was different then his normal surfing dreams. One because he couldn’t see the waves, he could only feel them and it was disconcerting because normally this dream was calming and instead it was making him decidedly nauseas.
He really hoped that the waste can was right by the bed where Britney had left it before Nick had taken her home.
“JC,” he slapped at the direction of the voice. Familiar in its high-pitched snarking quality. “JC, wake up,” the voice sing-songed and he felt the warmth of a body pressed against his own.
Forcing one bleary open he focused, saw Chris grinning maniacally down at him and let it close again.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” he announced. Abruptly the swaying motion of the bed (which Chris had been supplying by bouncing) ceased and when he managed to open an eye again he saw Chris staring down at him with a worried expression.
Probably wondering how badly Justin was going to punish him for letting JC drink. Even though he hadn’t even been in the state last night when JC had been getting drunk.
It was all semantics where Justin was concerned.
“You do look kind of green…” Chris observed.
“Joey’s liquor cabinet attacked me,” JC mumbled pitifully, he dragged a pillow over his face. Maybe if he tried really hard he could smother himself.
“That’s right you and Brit,” JC lowered the pillow so only his eyes showed, looking at Chris with a curious expression because he hadn’t thought that Britney’s name sounded synonymous with evil devil bitch but somehow Chris had managed to pull it off. “You guys were over at Joey and Kelly’s last night… did Britney run screaming when Kelly pulled out the million bridal magazines?”
“She found the wedding dress that she wants.”
Silence from Chris and JC was glad that most of his face was covered with the pillow. That way Chris couldn’t see his grin.
All these years of telling Chris to be quiet and calm down and the way that he’d finally managed to do it was to announce his engagement to Justin’s ex.
If he’d known it would be that easy he would have done it years ago… although not with Britney because Justin had still been with her but he could have found someone else that Justin thought he needed protecting from.
There was always Nick Carter.
Justin had always tried to keep him more than fifty feet him at all times… and someday he was going to figure out where the rift had come from. He could vaguely remember Justin and Nick being friends in Europe.
Maybe when all this was over Justin would tell him.
“A dress… you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
JC smirked. Britney had stopped on the way back to his house to pick up the magazine, all the time talking about bridesmaids’ dresses and a hair style that would look really cool.
JC had felt bad reminding her that this was all for show and a wedding would not be taking place, but he’d been drunk, slightly nauseated and had just wanted her to be quiet.
“If I promise to not bounce the bed do you promise not to yack on me?” Chris asked suddenly.
“I promise nothing,” JC mumbled.
That was obviously good enough for Chris because seconds later he was snuggling up to JC, tussling with him for control of the pillow over JC’s face. He shoved it under his head as JC laid an arm over his eyes.
“Are you trying to drive Justin insane?”
“What?” he pulled the arm down to peer at Chris in confusion.
“Because you are… and if you really go through with this wedding we’ll be visiting Justin in a padded cell.”
“I think you’re exaggerating a little.”
“I’m really not, what with Lance and Trace and their thing whose shoulder do you think Justin spent the last day and a half crying on?”
“Um… yours?”
“Bing, bing,” Chris grinned at him patting him lightly on the stomach. “And I notice that you pointedly did not comment on my Lance, Trace thing.”
JC looked away; as good as he’d gotten lately at the evading a point blank direct comment still took him a second to get ready for.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hah!” Chris snorted. “I walked in on them… It was traumatizing as hell. I’m thinking of suing Lance for mental anguish as well as forwarding all my psychiatrist bills to him. Justin’s thinking about having the whole bus fumigated as well as scheduling an exorcism when the tours done… you know just in case.”
“Maybe they like each other,” JC said unconvincingly. “Besides at least they’re not fighting anymore.”
“Oh they’re still fighting. Now it’s just punctuated by periods of ‘oh god, harder, harder’. Lance is a lot louder than I remember him being, are we sure he was getting laid before?”
“Pretty sure, either that or he was watching a lot of porn that sounded exactly like him.”
Britney knew she wasn’t alone before she opened her eyes.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” Nick’s voice was amused and Britney mentally checked that she was indeed still dressed.
No sex had taken place the night before… thank god… that would be really hard to explain to JC.
“’m awake,” she mumbled burrowing into her pillow.
“Right,” Nick said with no small amount of disbelief. “I’d believe that more if you could actually open your eyes and carry on a conversation.”
“I can carry on a conversation without opening my eyes. I’m multi-talented you know,” Britney muttered. Mutinously she kept her eyes closed, then cracked one just so she could see the smirking face next to her.
“Why are you in my bed?”
“Because you wouldn’t show me where the guestrooms were last night… and your couch is too damn uncomfortable, thought I was going to break something. You should have JC help you pick out a new one before the break up.”
“You could have gone to a hotel.”
“You know with this sort of hospitality I just can’t see why you don’t have more guests.”
“I have plenty of guests… most of them just have their own homes within a five mile radius.”
“Well I don’t…”
“You have a hotel room.”
“Actually, to be technical, no I don’t. I was staying with AJ, but I got tired of sleeping with my headphones on so that he could have some semblance of privacy, so here I am.”
“I thought AJ split up with…” she mentally snapped her fingers. “I thought AJ was single,” she finally said.
“He is… but that doesn’t mean that he stopped having sex. AJ is the king of pickups and one night stands.”
“So you’re learning at the knee of the master.”
“If I had a sex life I’d say yes… but unfortunately I don’t so…”
“Oh, you poor baby, if you wait just a second I can call JC and we’ll throw you a party,” Britney said sarcastically.
“You know celibacy doesn’t seem to be having any sort of adverse affect on you…” Nick turned on his side. “I would have thought that being engaged to the gay man that’s in love with your ex that you’d be a bit more bitchier than normal. But you seem perfectly okay with it all.”
“Well its not like I didn’t know about it,” Britney rolled her eyes. “Who do you think the first person that Justin admitted to his crush was?”
Nick blinked at her, Britney stared at him and Nick smiled smugly.
“You’re kidding right?” Britney grumbled.
“I think we were like fifteen or something… quiet hotel room, bottle of vodka that Joey snuck to us and a game of truth or dare,” Nick glanced over at her, Britney ignored him staring at the ceiling.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t announce it to the world when the two of you decided to hate each other.”
“Don’t think I didn’t think about it. But I like JC, Joey’s not that bad, and Howie would kill me if I did something bad to Chris so I kept my mouth shut.”
“You want a medal? What about Lance?”
Nick snorted. “Kevin doesn’t like Lance.”
“Justin…” Trace’s voice was soft and Justin turned on his side away from him.
“Shouldn’t you be licking Lance’s toes or something?” Justin asked snarkily. He heard the door shut and then the bed dipped as Trace sat on the edge.
“Lance has ticklish toes; he won’t let me lick them.”
“I really didn’t need to know that.”
“Are you okay?” Trace settled on his side next to him.
“I’m fine, hunky dory, just wonderful.”
“Justin…” There was distance between them on the bed while he waited for Justin’s posture to relax. Then with a heavily released breath Justin deflated and Trace pulled him close. Holding him as his body shook with the force of his tears. Trace could feel his anguish and heart ache and he wanted to cry to.
Instead he offered solace, he made soothing noises, rubbing his best friends hip gently, offering comfort even though he knew that for Justin there was really no comfort to be had.
“If he marries her… I don’t know what I’ll do if he goes through with it,” Trace didn’t need to look at Justin’s face to know that his face was red and blotchy from crying.
Some people could cry beautifully, tears streaming down their face but no emotion. Justin cried like his heart and soul were dying, every emotion plainly seen and shown.
Trace couldn’t remember the last time that Justin had cried like this, he thought it might have been when Britney had cheated on him but he hadn’t been witness to it.
JC had been witness to it. But now JC was part of the problem.
“He’s not going to marry her,” Trace said matter-of-factly. He didn’t know how anyone could doubt that Justin would be victorious in the end. Trace would play dirty to make sure that Justin and JC ended up together.
And if with some fucking weird twist of luck Britney managed to pull off the wedding Lance was all ready with necessary paperwork to make that marriage disappear.
He imagined that if Lance put his mind to it that he could actually make Britney disappear. Lance’s ability to do shit like that might actually have made him nervous if he wasn’t currently sleeping with him.
But he had no doubt that if things ended badly with him that it might take all of Justin’s abilities to talk Lance down to keep Trace from vanishing to wherever Lance banished people that pissed him off.
He wondered if Lance had a deserted island for strictly that purpose. The Island of People That Pissed Lance Off.
Maybe he’d make a sign for Lance to hang there.
He bit back the laugh but wasn’t fully successful since Justin twisted his head to look at him curiously with red, swollen eyes.
“Does my pain amuse you?” Justin asked with no heat, which was a true sign of how upset he really was.
“Just thinking of something that I need to tell Lance later.”
Justin scowled. “Whatever the two of you’ve got going on should be confined to the privacy of one of your rooms… and you can’t think about sex with each other while in the same room as me… and the bathrooms off limits to, because you know what. I have to use that room to and that’s just not cool.”
“You know what; I thought you’d be all happy and supportive that I’m seeing someone.”
“You and Lance are seeing each other?!” Justin’s voice rose and Trace backed away slowly as Justin turned to face him. “I thought this was some ‘we’re stuck on the same bus and we’re better off fucking each other than trying to kill each other’ thing. Don’t even tell me that the two of you are in a relationship!”
“It’s not really a relationship, it’s more of a, we’ll see what happens as long as we don’t kill each other thing.”
“Trace, buddy, pal… that’s a fucking relationship.”
“Oh… hmm,” Trace’s brow wrinkled. “Don’t tell Lance… he still thinks it’s a ‘we’ll see what happens as long as we don’t kill each other’ thing, if he thinks it’s the other thing he’ll start acting all weird and be expecting me to buy him like flowers and candy and shit… and no matter how good he is in bed that just ain’t gonna happen.”
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-04 06:44 pm (UTC)