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laniew1 “This is fucking ridiculous,” Justin grumbled, he slammed the front door for good measure. Just in case anyone that was actually in the house was under the misconception that he’d had a good day.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has The Release of A Solo CD – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
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Every Good Plan… Has The Release of A Solo CD
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Justin grumbled, he slammed the front door for good measure. Just in case anyone that was actually in the house was under the misconception that he’d had a good day.
It had been four months since that day in JC’s studio. He’d been so infuriated, so angry at JC. At Britney. He’d been mad at everyone and everything and had felt totally justified in his anger.
He’d lashed out, not just at JC but at everyone. It was surprising that he even still had friends after some of his outbursts.
But as angry as he’d been he’d never wanted JC to actually go away. He’d figured that once he calmed down (and he knew he would, he always did, except with Britney and Wade but he didn’t think that anyone had actually expected him to calm down about that so…) they’d need to talk. And then there’d be some kissing, declarations of love, possibly some sex after a suitable time had passed, and eventually the argument over whose house they’d be living in.
It was hard do that with someone that you couldn’t find.
He’d talked to JC’s voicemail but somehow he didn’t think those messages were getting through… because JC had never called him back.
“No JC?” Chris asked from where he was flipping through a magazine on the couch. Chris had seemingly moved out of JC’s house and into his. Justin would almost rather he still be at JC’s, at least then they’d know where the hell he was.
Justin was quite literally at the end of his rope. He’d voiced that thought exactly once.
Chris had told him to get a longer rope.
“Someone’s been to the house…” Justin kicked Chris legs out of the way and fell down on the couch next to him, sprawling in the available space. If he hadn’t lived with it for years he would never have thought that a small guy like Chris could take up so much space. “But I don’t think it was JC.”
“You know I didn’t think it was possible for someone that lived in the public eye to just vanish,” Chris mused. “I would have thought at the very least the teenies would have figured out where he was hiding.”
“You’ve been checking out those damn message boards again haven’t you?” Lance frowned.
“Hey they know a lot more than we give them credit for,” Chris said defensively.
“And how is that again?” Joey asked with raised eyebrows, fingers wrapped around a beer bottle as he stared at Chris. Waiting expectantly for the answer that they all knew.
“I only posted once,” Chris flushed, then buried his face in his magazine again. “And they already knew it anyway so I don’t see why everyone keeps harping about it… you want to yell at someone yell at Justin, he’s the one that lost JC.”
“I didn’t lose anybody… he’s just… not there.”
“Which is exactly what you wanted right? You wanted JC to stay away and now that JC’s obliging you don’t want that anymore.”
“I wanted that four months ago Chris, and I only wanted him to stay away until I calmed down, you know so I wouldn’t kill him and make us a quartet when we finally talked. I’m ready to talk now. You know… move on to the making up portion of the fight.”
“You’re just horny,” Chris said flippantly.
“And maybe JC’s not ready,” Lance shrugged.
“What do you know?” Justin asked with narrowed eyes, ignoring Chris and focusing on Lance. He leaned forward abruptly, because Lance knew where JC was. He had to know because Lance knew where everything was, he knew where Justin’s keys that he’d lost six months ago had been. And that would have been scary if it hadn’t been Lance. They really needed to get him on television or something. “You know where he is don’t you?”
Lance held up a hand to stop the onslaught of questions and shook his head. “I have absolutely no clue where JC is, but I do know where he’s going to be in four days though.”
“Where?” Justin asked suspiciously. “And don’t tell me another party, because I’m absolutely, positively not going to another party where everyone in attendance is going to be making sure I have absolutely no contact with him.”
“You know I didn’t think it was possible for two members of the same band to be at the same party, at the same exact time and not set eyes on each other once,” Joey grinned.
“I saw him,” Justin muttered. “I think. If that damn kid from O-Town hadn’t been worshipping the ground I walked on I would have had him to.”
“In fact,” Joey continued as if Justin hadn’t even spoken. “If I’d had to put money down, I would have thought that it would have been damn near impossible for JC to stay away this long in the first place.”
“Not when he vanished the day after the People spread, you know the one with Justin and Cameron making out on that beach in Hawaii,” Chris reminded him.
“We were not making out.”
“So you were just checking to make sure she still had her tonsils?” Joey asked brightly. Taking a swig of his beer to avoid the Timberlake glare of death.
“I was making a point.”
“You were trying to hurt JC and possibly Cameron although I’m not sure why since she is on your side and everything,” Lance smiled.
“I was not trying to hurt JC and Cameron knew exactly what was going on,” Justin snarled. “Besides I tried to call and explain what happened but he’d disappeared already.”
“Is that when you called Britney to find out where he was and she called you an asshole and hung up on you?”
“She didn’t call me an asshole,” Justin muttered. “She laughed hysterically, said she’d tell me where JC was when hell froze over and then hung up on me.”
“I think it’s hilarious that you had to call your ex-girlfriend to find out where one of your best friends is,” Joey grinned.
“You know that once JC’s speaking to him again he’s going to nip that friendship right in the bud… although it would make great press.”
“Are you two just about done? Because in case you’ve forgotten we’re supposed to go back into the studio in oh about two months and it’ll be really hard to record with one our most prominent band members missing in fucking action.”
“You know your language has gotten really bad since JC’s been gone,” Chris observed. “When he comes back he’s going to be pissed.”
“Yeah well he’s not here now is he? He’s probably not even in the fucking state.”
The two men glared at one another, eyes still locked together in a silent battle of wills that Lance ultimately broke when he cleared his throat.
“They’ve all got a point,” Lance smirked. “But I know of exactly one place where it’ll be damn hard for JC to avoid anyone.”
“Where?”
Lance waved an envelope in the air. “His release party… you want the opportunity to talk to JC… we can probably get you exactly one chance. Just make sure you don’t blow it, I’d like to still have a job when it’s all said and done.”
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JC was not proud of the fact that he was hiding. It had started out as just giving Justin space, and had somehow turned into the hiding about the time that Justin and Cameron had showed up on the cover of People, locking lips on some picture perfect beach.
He’d wanted to throw up.
Instead he’d kissed Nick. Nick had been a good friend; he hadn’t hauled off and smacked him like JC had thought he would. He’d just let JC draw back, touched his cheek and whispered, “I’m not Justin,” and then JC had burst into tears and cried for three days.
He thought that Nick might have wished that he hadn’t said a word.
Although he’d felt better for the crying, he just wished that there hadn’t been witnesses.
The realization that whatever was going on between Justin and Cameron had not been romantic had come at a party where both JC and Justin had been among the guests.
JC hadn’t known he’d be there; he’d actually been convinced that Justin would avoid any party that JC would most likely be at like the plague. He’d never imagined that Justin would have been seeking out that very opportunity.
So to say he’d been a little surprised by the fact that Justin was coming towards him with that determined ‘I want to see you naked’ look that JC’d only seen when he chased after some particularly attractive woman, well that would have been understatement. JC had been so shocked that he’d squeaked in a very undignified manner.
Nick had taken it all in, had smirked, muttered “it’s about damn time he got off his ass and did something,” and had been about a half a second away from waving him over before he’d seen the distress on JC’s face and sighed.
So instead of reuniting the two members of *NSYNC with an avid audience it had taken the combined efforts of Nick, AJ, Christina (who’d laughed hysterically) and one of the boys from O-Town to keep the two men apart until Nick could get the limo back.
Justin may have been ready to do whatever but JC wasn’t. He needed a few more days, or months, possibly even years to steel himself for whatever this rollercoaster was going to be with Justin.
Besides the fact that he thought everyone was insane. He was almost 90% sure that Justin was going to corner him and tell he wanted his best friend back… although that didn’t explain the determined ‘I want to see you naked’ look that he’d had on his face at that party.
The party tonight would be the first time that he wouldn’t be able to avoid Justin, he’d most likely have to take at least one picture with him and make small talk.
He really hoped that he didn’t bring Cameron.
“You aren’t wearing those pants are you?” Nick asked from the doorway.
JC glanced down at the garment in question and then back at Nick.
“What’s wrong with these pants?”
“Nothing other than the fact that you at least want to make it through the party, you wear those Justin’s going to abscond with you to a private room so he can peel them off with his teeth.”
“Justin is straight and what is it with you guys and leather? Britney licks her lips whenever she sees me in it and Justin tried to kiss me the last time I wore it around him.”
“If you don’t see it than I can’t explain it… just think about Justin in leather,” Nick wandered in, picked through the clothes lying on the bed and then sat down in the middle of the pile. “Now stop thinking about Justin in leather.”
“I uh…” JC cleared his throat, twisted the pants in his hand. “Justin’s straight,” he said again.
“If Justin’s straight then I’m the Pope.”
“You don’t look like the Pope,” JC cocked his head to one side. “Although if I squint…”
“I’m glad to see that you’re in good sprits,” Nick grinned. “Just don’t burst into hysterical tears when Justin tries to talk to you and we’ll be good.”
“I’m fine,” JC eyed the pants and shrugged, he was wearing what he wanted to wear. Besides when he’d talked to Britney that afternoon she’d told him to wear leather and he didn’t think she had been talking about a jacket. “I meditated this afternoon, had a nap… I’m good.”
“You’re good until you’re actually in the same room with him… and then you turn into a thirteen year old girl with a broken heart.”
“I don’t turn into a thirteen year old girl,” JC scowled. “And I think that you all are insane.”
“We may be… but if you wear those pants tonight,” Nick nodded at the pants in question. “I guarantee that someone’s going to end up naked. And it’ll probably be you.”
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Justin fidgeted nervously; Joey had already taken away his champagne glass muttering something under his breath about not wanting to explain why Justin had broken it.
Chris was hovering; Lance was very discreetly holding Trace’s hand and bodyguards flanked them.
“Relax,” Chris ordered. “You have a heart attack before you even see him and this is all for naught.”
Justin rolled his shoulders, trying to follow orders. Entirely unsuccessful at it.
They hadn’t seen him yet, because JC had been surprising punctual, entirely unlike his usual self and had already arrived by the time that they had. Johnny had patted them on the back, reminded them, with a strange look at Justin, to be on their best behavior and scurried off to locate him.
“And look it’s *NSYNC,” Justin scowled at the familiar voice, his back stiffening slightly. What the hell was Nick Carter doing there?
He turned around and stopped short, because JC was standing right there.
With Nick Carter.
What the fuck?
Hand on his arm as he whispered in his ear.
Nick smiled as he drew back and Justin’s eyes narrowed, because that was a genuine smile and he knew Nick well enough that only Nick’s family, both biological and Backstreet were the only ones that made him smile like that.
“I’ll get us something to drink,” Nick looked at JC sternly and squeezed his shoulder before walking away.
“You guys came,” JC smiled softly, he looked at everyone but Justin, instead studying his shoes.
He wondered if anyone felt the undercurrent of tension besides him.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world C, you know that,” Joey stepped up to bat first, a hard hug that lifted JC off his feet causing a giggle to escape him and JC’s posture to relax. Justin hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t been relaxed. “We’re so proud of you.”
“Yeah well,” JC shrugged. “It’s done and finished, and I like it so… did you guys talk to Johnny, I gave him a bunch of stuff for you to look at.”
“We can talk about that tomorrow,” Lance let go of Trace and moved forward. “Tonight’s your night not ours.”
Chris moved up to him the same time Lance did and the three wrapped up in a hug. They drew apart at the same time and Lance reached for Joey and Chris for Justin and suddenly it was like those sacred few seconds before their concerts.
The group hug and suddenly it didn’t feel awkward anymore. It felt like old times, like they were family and friends and everything to one another.
Justin just knew that someone was taking a picture of it.
They drew away slowly, arms still locked around one another. Their own private world of five. It didn’t matter at that moment that Trace was standing to one side watching them with a small smile or that Nick had returned with a tray of seven champagne glasses.
All that really mattered, in that one second, was that when he looked up and his eyes met JC’s that they were both smiling.
Perfect understanding. Later, JC mouthed, Justin nodded and JC grinned, before turning away with a laugh. Ruffling Joey’s hair and hugging Chris tightly.
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“Is this where you’ve been hiding?” JC jumped at the sound of Justin’s voice and turned quickly to where the other male was standing in the door.
“I haven’t been hiding,” he said immediately, Justin rolled his eyes and sauntered into the room.
“You’ve been hiding,” Justin said softly stopping in front of him. They stared at each other. “You’re wearing leather.”
JC looked down at himself in confusion. “I like these pants.”
“So do I,” Justin smirked. “So…”
“So…” JC echoed with a soft smile.
“I guess we should talk?” Justin sat down next to him on the bed. JC studying him from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah…”
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TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has The Release of A Solo CD – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
One story left:
Every Good Plan… Has Payout of Bets
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Every Good Plan… Has The Release of A Solo CD
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Justin grumbled, he slammed the front door for good measure. Just in case anyone that was actually in the house was under the misconception that he’d had a good day.
It had been four months since that day in JC’s studio. He’d been so infuriated, so angry at JC. At Britney. He’d been mad at everyone and everything and had felt totally justified in his anger.
He’d lashed out, not just at JC but at everyone. It was surprising that he even still had friends after some of his outbursts.
But as angry as he’d been he’d never wanted JC to actually go away. He’d figured that once he calmed down (and he knew he would, he always did, except with Britney and Wade but he didn’t think that anyone had actually expected him to calm down about that so…) they’d need to talk. And then there’d be some kissing, declarations of love, possibly some sex after a suitable time had passed, and eventually the argument over whose house they’d be living in.
It was hard do that with someone that you couldn’t find.
He’d talked to JC’s voicemail but somehow he didn’t think those messages were getting through… because JC had never called him back.
“No JC?” Chris asked from where he was flipping through a magazine on the couch. Chris had seemingly moved out of JC’s house and into his. Justin would almost rather he still be at JC’s, at least then they’d know where the hell he was.
Justin was quite literally at the end of his rope. He’d voiced that thought exactly once.
Chris had told him to get a longer rope.
“Someone’s been to the house…” Justin kicked Chris legs out of the way and fell down on the couch next to him, sprawling in the available space. If he hadn’t lived with it for years he would never have thought that a small guy like Chris could take up so much space. “But I don’t think it was JC.”
“You know I didn’t think it was possible for someone that lived in the public eye to just vanish,” Chris mused. “I would have thought at the very least the teenies would have figured out where he was hiding.”
“You’ve been checking out those damn message boards again haven’t you?” Lance frowned.
“Hey they know a lot more than we give them credit for,” Chris said defensively.
“And how is that again?” Joey asked with raised eyebrows, fingers wrapped around a beer bottle as he stared at Chris. Waiting expectantly for the answer that they all knew.
“I only posted once,” Chris flushed, then buried his face in his magazine again. “And they already knew it anyway so I don’t see why everyone keeps harping about it… you want to yell at someone yell at Justin, he’s the one that lost JC.”
“I didn’t lose anybody… he’s just… not there.”
“Which is exactly what you wanted right? You wanted JC to stay away and now that JC’s obliging you don’t want that anymore.”
“I wanted that four months ago Chris, and I only wanted him to stay away until I calmed down, you know so I wouldn’t kill him and make us a quartet when we finally talked. I’m ready to talk now. You know… move on to the making up portion of the fight.”
“You’re just horny,” Chris said flippantly.
“And maybe JC’s not ready,” Lance shrugged.
“What do you know?” Justin asked with narrowed eyes, ignoring Chris and focusing on Lance. He leaned forward abruptly, because Lance knew where JC was. He had to know because Lance knew where everything was, he knew where Justin’s keys that he’d lost six months ago had been. And that would have been scary if it hadn’t been Lance. They really needed to get him on television or something. “You know where he is don’t you?”
Lance held up a hand to stop the onslaught of questions and shook his head. “I have absolutely no clue where JC is, but I do know where he’s going to be in four days though.”
“Where?” Justin asked suspiciously. “And don’t tell me another party, because I’m absolutely, positively not going to another party where everyone in attendance is going to be making sure I have absolutely no contact with him.”
“You know I didn’t think it was possible for two members of the same band to be at the same party, at the same exact time and not set eyes on each other once,” Joey grinned.
“I saw him,” Justin muttered. “I think. If that damn kid from O-Town hadn’t been worshipping the ground I walked on I would have had him to.”
“In fact,” Joey continued as if Justin hadn’t even spoken. “If I’d had to put money down, I would have thought that it would have been damn near impossible for JC to stay away this long in the first place.”
“Not when he vanished the day after the People spread, you know the one with Justin and Cameron making out on that beach in Hawaii,” Chris reminded him.
“We were not making out.”
“So you were just checking to make sure she still had her tonsils?” Joey asked brightly. Taking a swig of his beer to avoid the Timberlake glare of death.
“I was making a point.”
“You were trying to hurt JC and possibly Cameron although I’m not sure why since she is on your side and everything,” Lance smiled.
“I was not trying to hurt JC and Cameron knew exactly what was going on,” Justin snarled. “Besides I tried to call and explain what happened but he’d disappeared already.”
“Is that when you called Britney to find out where he was and she called you an asshole and hung up on you?”
“She didn’t call me an asshole,” Justin muttered. “She laughed hysterically, said she’d tell me where JC was when hell froze over and then hung up on me.”
“I think it’s hilarious that you had to call your ex-girlfriend to find out where one of your best friends is,” Joey grinned.
“You know that once JC’s speaking to him again he’s going to nip that friendship right in the bud… although it would make great press.”
“Are you two just about done? Because in case you’ve forgotten we’re supposed to go back into the studio in oh about two months and it’ll be really hard to record with one our most prominent band members missing in fucking action.”
“You know your language has gotten really bad since JC’s been gone,” Chris observed. “When he comes back he’s going to be pissed.”
“Yeah well he’s not here now is he? He’s probably not even in the fucking state.”
The two men glared at one another, eyes still locked together in a silent battle of wills that Lance ultimately broke when he cleared his throat.
“They’ve all got a point,” Lance smirked. “But I know of exactly one place where it’ll be damn hard for JC to avoid anyone.”
“Where?”
Lance waved an envelope in the air. “His release party… you want the opportunity to talk to JC… we can probably get you exactly one chance. Just make sure you don’t blow it, I’d like to still have a job when it’s all said and done.”
JC was not proud of the fact that he was hiding. It had started out as just giving Justin space, and had somehow turned into the hiding about the time that Justin and Cameron had showed up on the cover of People, locking lips on some picture perfect beach.
He’d wanted to throw up.
Instead he’d kissed Nick. Nick had been a good friend; he hadn’t hauled off and smacked him like JC had thought he would. He’d just let JC draw back, touched his cheek and whispered, “I’m not Justin,” and then JC had burst into tears and cried for three days.
He thought that Nick might have wished that he hadn’t said a word.
Although he’d felt better for the crying, he just wished that there hadn’t been witnesses.
The realization that whatever was going on between Justin and Cameron had not been romantic had come at a party where both JC and Justin had been among the guests.
JC hadn’t known he’d be there; he’d actually been convinced that Justin would avoid any party that JC would most likely be at like the plague. He’d never imagined that Justin would have been seeking out that very opportunity.
So to say he’d been a little surprised by the fact that Justin was coming towards him with that determined ‘I want to see you naked’ look that JC’d only seen when he chased after some particularly attractive woman, well that would have been understatement. JC had been so shocked that he’d squeaked in a very undignified manner.
Nick had taken it all in, had smirked, muttered “it’s about damn time he got off his ass and did something,” and had been about a half a second away from waving him over before he’d seen the distress on JC’s face and sighed.
So instead of reuniting the two members of *NSYNC with an avid audience it had taken the combined efforts of Nick, AJ, Christina (who’d laughed hysterically) and one of the boys from O-Town to keep the two men apart until Nick could get the limo back.
Justin may have been ready to do whatever but JC wasn’t. He needed a few more days, or months, possibly even years to steel himself for whatever this rollercoaster was going to be with Justin.
Besides the fact that he thought everyone was insane. He was almost 90% sure that Justin was going to corner him and tell he wanted his best friend back… although that didn’t explain the determined ‘I want to see you naked’ look that he’d had on his face at that party.
The party tonight would be the first time that he wouldn’t be able to avoid Justin, he’d most likely have to take at least one picture with him and make small talk.
He really hoped that he didn’t bring Cameron.
“You aren’t wearing those pants are you?” Nick asked from the doorway.
JC glanced down at the garment in question and then back at Nick.
“What’s wrong with these pants?”
“Nothing other than the fact that you at least want to make it through the party, you wear those Justin’s going to abscond with you to a private room so he can peel them off with his teeth.”
“Justin is straight and what is it with you guys and leather? Britney licks her lips whenever she sees me in it and Justin tried to kiss me the last time I wore it around him.”
“If you don’t see it than I can’t explain it… just think about Justin in leather,” Nick wandered in, picked through the clothes lying on the bed and then sat down in the middle of the pile. “Now stop thinking about Justin in leather.”
“I uh…” JC cleared his throat, twisted the pants in his hand. “Justin’s straight,” he said again.
“If Justin’s straight then I’m the Pope.”
“You don’t look like the Pope,” JC cocked his head to one side. “Although if I squint…”
“I’m glad to see that you’re in good sprits,” Nick grinned. “Just don’t burst into hysterical tears when Justin tries to talk to you and we’ll be good.”
“I’m fine,” JC eyed the pants and shrugged, he was wearing what he wanted to wear. Besides when he’d talked to Britney that afternoon she’d told him to wear leather and he didn’t think she had been talking about a jacket. “I meditated this afternoon, had a nap… I’m good.”
“You’re good until you’re actually in the same room with him… and then you turn into a thirteen year old girl with a broken heart.”
“I don’t turn into a thirteen year old girl,” JC scowled. “And I think that you all are insane.”
“We may be… but if you wear those pants tonight,” Nick nodded at the pants in question. “I guarantee that someone’s going to end up naked. And it’ll probably be you.”
Justin fidgeted nervously; Joey had already taken away his champagne glass muttering something under his breath about not wanting to explain why Justin had broken it.
Chris was hovering; Lance was very discreetly holding Trace’s hand and bodyguards flanked them.
“Relax,” Chris ordered. “You have a heart attack before you even see him and this is all for naught.”
Justin rolled his shoulders, trying to follow orders. Entirely unsuccessful at it.
They hadn’t seen him yet, because JC had been surprising punctual, entirely unlike his usual self and had already arrived by the time that they had. Johnny had patted them on the back, reminded them, with a strange look at Justin, to be on their best behavior and scurried off to locate him.
“And look it’s *NSYNC,” Justin scowled at the familiar voice, his back stiffening slightly. What the hell was Nick Carter doing there?
He turned around and stopped short, because JC was standing right there.
With Nick Carter.
What the fuck?
Hand on his arm as he whispered in his ear.
Nick smiled as he drew back and Justin’s eyes narrowed, because that was a genuine smile and he knew Nick well enough that only Nick’s family, both biological and Backstreet were the only ones that made him smile like that.
“I’ll get us something to drink,” Nick looked at JC sternly and squeezed his shoulder before walking away.
“You guys came,” JC smiled softly, he looked at everyone but Justin, instead studying his shoes.
He wondered if anyone felt the undercurrent of tension besides him.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world C, you know that,” Joey stepped up to bat first, a hard hug that lifted JC off his feet causing a giggle to escape him and JC’s posture to relax. Justin hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t been relaxed. “We’re so proud of you.”
“Yeah well,” JC shrugged. “It’s done and finished, and I like it so… did you guys talk to Johnny, I gave him a bunch of stuff for you to look at.”
“We can talk about that tomorrow,” Lance let go of Trace and moved forward. “Tonight’s your night not ours.”
Chris moved up to him the same time Lance did and the three wrapped up in a hug. They drew apart at the same time and Lance reached for Joey and Chris for Justin and suddenly it was like those sacred few seconds before their concerts.
The group hug and suddenly it didn’t feel awkward anymore. It felt like old times, like they were family and friends and everything to one another.
Justin just knew that someone was taking a picture of it.
They drew away slowly, arms still locked around one another. Their own private world of five. It didn’t matter at that moment that Trace was standing to one side watching them with a small smile or that Nick had returned with a tray of seven champagne glasses.
All that really mattered, in that one second, was that when he looked up and his eyes met JC’s that they were both smiling.
Perfect understanding. Later, JC mouthed, Justin nodded and JC grinned, before turning away with a laugh. Ruffling Joey’s hair and hugging Chris tightly.
“Is this where you’ve been hiding?” JC jumped at the sound of Justin’s voice and turned quickly to where the other male was standing in the door.
“I haven’t been hiding,” he said immediately, Justin rolled his eyes and sauntered into the room.
“You’ve been hiding,” Justin said softly stopping in front of him. They stared at each other. “You’re wearing leather.”
JC looked down at himself in confusion. “I like these pants.”
“So do I,” Justin smirked. “So…”
“So…” JC echoed with a soft smile.
“I guess we should talk?” Justin sat down next to him on the bed. JC studying him from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah…”
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Date: 2003-11-12 01:28 pm (UTC)Love it so much, and I can't wait for the conclustion.