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Untitled - JC / Remy
Written for xoverau's JC/Gambit challenge... and established relationship/hiatus JC/Remy piece. Eventually there'll be a piece before this and a couple that follow... maybe.
TITLE: Untitled – Remy / JC
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Sometimes if he was lucky he forgot.
He’d stand here on this back porch and he’d forget that he was a mutant, he’d forget that his lover was a member of one of the most popular boybands around.
He’d forget that in the real world they couldn’t be together because doing so risked exposure for both of them.
Sometime if he was lucky he forgot, this, unfortunately, was not one of those times.
Right at this moment he was filled with a restless sort of energy and sorely tempted to explode something.
After the confusion of yesterday, waking this morning to find a JC shaped spot in their bed but no JC had left him fairly confused.
He was almost certain that JC wouldn’t just take off and leave him. Not after all this time.
He didn’t think so anyway.
But he didn’t even know what JC was doing here in the first place. The last time they’d spoken his lover had been waxing poetic about recording and writing and things that really didn’t interest Remy in the least. But he always put his best foot forward where JC was concerned, smiled to coax him to talk. He’d learned the hard way that if he didn’t that JC disappeared inside himself and when that happened it took even longer to draw him out.
To draw him back.
He really needs to get rid of this energy before JC came back. If he came back.
“You blow up that tree I’ll hurt you,” the voice was laced with humor although Remy could still hear some stiffness within it. “Remember the shrub?”
“You gotta rosebush outta it,” Remy muttered, scowling at the rosebush in question. JC had almost killed him when he’d seen it, he’d bought the damn rosebush just to get him to talk to him again instead of crying.
“That’s not the point,” JC murmured, Remy could hear him settling on the swing behind him and turned slowly. If JC was settling into the swing than he wasn’t planning on leaving.
At least not any time soon.
“Where’d you disappear off to?” Remy settled into his spot on the swing, JC’s legs coming up after only a second of hesitation to settle across his.
“I went to get more ice cream. Your boyfriend killed my last container of Ben & Jerry’s yesterday,” the tone was harsh and Remy winced as he laid a hand on JC’s legs to stay his shifting.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” the rebuttal came automatically even though Remy knew that it wasn’t the point. He knew deep inside that JC felt threatened, Remy had brought a man that he didn’t know into their home, their sanctuary. Driving home the point that there was a whole life that Remy led that JC knew nothing about.
JC knew what he was, had known since the beginning. He’d never been afraid of him… never been afraid for him. But Remy knew that if JC even had an inkling what he really did that he’d worry.
He also knew that he had to tell him.
He knew it was long past time for his fellow X-Men to meet JC. For JC to meet them. They knew he was with someone, knew that someone was a man, knew that whenever he wasn’t with them that chances are that he would be with that man.
He’d never given them a name, had made sure to keep all thoughts of JC far away from him while he was at the mansion. The kids who showed psychic talent were all well-trained and didn’t delve any further than instructed.
Thank god.
This latest separation had been for a while, and he’d thought it would be at least another three months before he got JC back for that lone week before *NSYNC was due to return to studios.
He’d thought it was safe to let Logan tag along while he picked up some stuff from the house.
“Do I even want to know how you met him?” JC asked quietly.
Remy sighed softly and rolled his shoulders.
Logan very rarely made a good first impression, Remy’d been friends with him long enough to know that. But yesterday… yesterday had more than surpassed bad first impressions and had bordered somewhere near attempted murder.
“I work with him,” he said somewhat delicately.
“He pulled those knives very quickly,” JC murmured even more delicately. When Remy finally turned his head to meet his eyes he saw nothing. No recrimination, no anger… nothing. Even as he was sitting here with him JC was pulling away, huddling into himself waiting for the storm to pass and for it to be okay for him to come back out.
“JC…”
“I’m assuming he’s a mutant, you’ll need to tell me if I’m wrong.”
Remy stared at him. No hatred there, JC wasn’t waiting with cell phone in hand to call someone to drag him away. He moved carefully, cautiously pulling his unresisting lover into his arms and pressed his lips against the soft skin of JC’s cheek.
Sometimes he forgot how to be gentle he was so used to violence, but JC was worth remembering.
He was worth everything.
“He’s a friend… a colleague,” his eyes closed as he whispered softly, his lips moving against smooth skin, tongue darting out quickly to taste.
JC had shaved, used aftershave.
He’d been planning on leaving… but instead he’d stayed.
“He’s not a threat… not to you.”
JC was still against him, tension humming through every muscle of his body before he suddenly relaxed. The tension evaporating even as his arms circled Remy’s shoulders and pull him close. The sudden feel of tears against his neck shocked him and it suddenly dawned on him that there was something very wrong here.
Something besides Remy showing up here with Logan.
JC was supposed to be in LA. Recording, singing, spending time with friends that weren’t him. He was supposed to be spending time with his bandmates.
But he wasn’t, instead he was here… holed up in a house that the four men he considered closer than brothers didn’t even know about.
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“You know contrary to popular belief not every mutant is born with the innate ability to read minds so…”
JC sat in silence for long seconds; Remy knew he was warring inside himself… to tell the truth or to tell the lies that had seemed to become second nature for him. He hated this, hated having to sit impotently by watching precious seconds that they wouldn’t get back slip away from them. But he knew from past experience that nothing he said or did would make the slightest difference… JC needed to make the choice to open up to him.
And for him sometimes that was the hardest choice to make.
Who to trust, who not to trust.
“It’s all falling apart,” JC’s voice was so quiet, the only reason Remy even knew he’d heard those words spoken was the soft breath against his neck.
“Tell me.”
JC sighed as he pulled back, swiping a hand across his face to get rid of the evidence of his weakness. He hated being weak, hated appearing weak in front of anybody.
Off the top of his head Remy could think of four people that would love to see him weak just to have the opportunity to protect him.
“Fuck,” he muttered suddenly. He’d been so worried about putting things to rights with JC that he’d forgotten that he’d sent Logan back to The Mansion without him.
Logan knew who JC was, he couldn’t help but know.
Not with the posters fighting for wallspace in Jubilee’s room.
Not with Kitty watching the damn concert DVD’s over and over and over so many times that no matter how much Remy loved JC he’d wanted to destroy them multiple times.
“What?” JC eyed him warily, drawing backwards slightly. A movement that Remy halted immediately by hauling JC bodily up against his side, there was a minor struggle that Remy won as JC relaxed and laid his head on his shoulder instead.
“Just forgot somethin’… it’ll keep,” Remy assured him making a mental note to call Logan at the first possible moment.
Either that or the next time he saw JC he was going to have a half-dozen autograph requests, and ‘can we meet him’ requests and ‘you should move him into the mansion so we can keep an eye on him’ requests.
He hadn’t missed the way Jean and Rogue eyed the posters on Jubilee’s wall.
“Now tell me why everythin’ is fallin’ apart.”
“Justin’s touring…”
“I thought that’s what this break y’all were takin’ was for. Justin was recordin’ and tourin’, you were recordin’ and not tourin’, Joey was doin’ his Broadway thing, Lance was doin’ his space thing and Chris…” Remy glanced over at him a blank expression on his face. “What was Chris doin’ again?”
“Playing with Joey,” JC mumbled impishly, eyes sparkling as his good humor began to return.
“Right… so with all that… why aren’t you in LA?”
JC sighed heavily. “Justin signed another endorsement.”
“Another one?”
“Yeah… Joey says we don’t have anything to worry about, Chris says he’s just spreading his wings while he has the chance but…”
“You think he’s spreadin’ his wings and making like a chick ready to leave home.”
“We all agreed to the long break. But we all agreed to go back to the studio in September too and part of me thinks this is it. Justin hadn’t been happy for a while; I can see it now, I can hear it. But maybe it’s just me…”
“Maybe he just needed to see that grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence.”
“But what if it is for him,” JC said softly. “The album is already a hit, the tour is going to be a hit...”
“Maybe y’all should talk to him before you go assumin’ that he innit comin’ back.”
“That would be fine if anybody could talk to him, so far the only person that came close was Lance and he was blown off.”
“Well you know… if the kid does leave I know someone who can rent you a house for real cheap,” Remy leered at him, a smile breaking over his face as JC laughed.
“Than it’s too bad that I already own one with my boyfriend.”
Remy glanced around the backyard a thoughtful look on his face.
“You know…”
“No,” JC said sternly.
“If I blow it up though we could get one with a bigger closet… you’re gonna need more room for all your clothes.”
“Hmmm... Well…”
TITLE: Untitled – Remy / JC
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Sometimes if he was lucky he forgot.
He’d stand here on this back porch and he’d forget that he was a mutant, he’d forget that his lover was a member of one of the most popular boybands around.
He’d forget that in the real world they couldn’t be together because doing so risked exposure for both of them.
Sometime if he was lucky he forgot, this, unfortunately, was not one of those times.
Right at this moment he was filled with a restless sort of energy and sorely tempted to explode something.
After the confusion of yesterday, waking this morning to find a JC shaped spot in their bed but no JC had left him fairly confused.
He was almost certain that JC wouldn’t just take off and leave him. Not after all this time.
He didn’t think so anyway.
But he didn’t even know what JC was doing here in the first place. The last time they’d spoken his lover had been waxing poetic about recording and writing and things that really didn’t interest Remy in the least. But he always put his best foot forward where JC was concerned, smiled to coax him to talk. He’d learned the hard way that if he didn’t that JC disappeared inside himself and when that happened it took even longer to draw him out.
To draw him back.
He really needs to get rid of this energy before JC came back. If he came back.
“You blow up that tree I’ll hurt you,” the voice was laced with humor although Remy could still hear some stiffness within it. “Remember the shrub?”
“You gotta rosebush outta it,” Remy muttered, scowling at the rosebush in question. JC had almost killed him when he’d seen it, he’d bought the damn rosebush just to get him to talk to him again instead of crying.
“That’s not the point,” JC murmured, Remy could hear him settling on the swing behind him and turned slowly. If JC was settling into the swing than he wasn’t planning on leaving.
At least not any time soon.
“Where’d you disappear off to?” Remy settled into his spot on the swing, JC’s legs coming up after only a second of hesitation to settle across his.
“I went to get more ice cream. Your boyfriend killed my last container of Ben & Jerry’s yesterday,” the tone was harsh and Remy winced as he laid a hand on JC’s legs to stay his shifting.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” the rebuttal came automatically even though Remy knew that it wasn’t the point. He knew deep inside that JC felt threatened, Remy had brought a man that he didn’t know into their home, their sanctuary. Driving home the point that there was a whole life that Remy led that JC knew nothing about.
JC knew what he was, had known since the beginning. He’d never been afraid of him… never been afraid for him. But Remy knew that if JC even had an inkling what he really did that he’d worry.
He also knew that he had to tell him.
He knew it was long past time for his fellow X-Men to meet JC. For JC to meet them. They knew he was with someone, knew that someone was a man, knew that whenever he wasn’t with them that chances are that he would be with that man.
He’d never given them a name, had made sure to keep all thoughts of JC far away from him while he was at the mansion. The kids who showed psychic talent were all well-trained and didn’t delve any further than instructed.
Thank god.
This latest separation had been for a while, and he’d thought it would be at least another three months before he got JC back for that lone week before *NSYNC was due to return to studios.
He’d thought it was safe to let Logan tag along while he picked up some stuff from the house.
“Do I even want to know how you met him?” JC asked quietly.
Remy sighed softly and rolled his shoulders.
Logan very rarely made a good first impression, Remy’d been friends with him long enough to know that. But yesterday… yesterday had more than surpassed bad first impressions and had bordered somewhere near attempted murder.
“I work with him,” he said somewhat delicately.
“He pulled those knives very quickly,” JC murmured even more delicately. When Remy finally turned his head to meet his eyes he saw nothing. No recrimination, no anger… nothing. Even as he was sitting here with him JC was pulling away, huddling into himself waiting for the storm to pass and for it to be okay for him to come back out.
“JC…”
“I’m assuming he’s a mutant, you’ll need to tell me if I’m wrong.”
Remy stared at him. No hatred there, JC wasn’t waiting with cell phone in hand to call someone to drag him away. He moved carefully, cautiously pulling his unresisting lover into his arms and pressed his lips against the soft skin of JC’s cheek.
Sometimes he forgot how to be gentle he was so used to violence, but JC was worth remembering.
He was worth everything.
“He’s a friend… a colleague,” his eyes closed as he whispered softly, his lips moving against smooth skin, tongue darting out quickly to taste.
JC had shaved, used aftershave.
He’d been planning on leaving… but instead he’d stayed.
“He’s not a threat… not to you.”
JC was still against him, tension humming through every muscle of his body before he suddenly relaxed. The tension evaporating even as his arms circled Remy’s shoulders and pull him close. The sudden feel of tears against his neck shocked him and it suddenly dawned on him that there was something very wrong here.
Something besides Remy showing up here with Logan.
JC was supposed to be in LA. Recording, singing, spending time with friends that weren’t him. He was supposed to be spending time with his bandmates.
But he wasn’t, instead he was here… holed up in a house that the four men he considered closer than brothers didn’t even know about.
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“You know contrary to popular belief not every mutant is born with the innate ability to read minds so…”
JC sat in silence for long seconds; Remy knew he was warring inside himself… to tell the truth or to tell the lies that had seemed to become second nature for him. He hated this, hated having to sit impotently by watching precious seconds that they wouldn’t get back slip away from them. But he knew from past experience that nothing he said or did would make the slightest difference… JC needed to make the choice to open up to him.
And for him sometimes that was the hardest choice to make.
Who to trust, who not to trust.
“It’s all falling apart,” JC’s voice was so quiet, the only reason Remy even knew he’d heard those words spoken was the soft breath against his neck.
“Tell me.”
JC sighed as he pulled back, swiping a hand across his face to get rid of the evidence of his weakness. He hated being weak, hated appearing weak in front of anybody.
Off the top of his head Remy could think of four people that would love to see him weak just to have the opportunity to protect him.
“Fuck,” he muttered suddenly. He’d been so worried about putting things to rights with JC that he’d forgotten that he’d sent Logan back to The Mansion without him.
Logan knew who JC was, he couldn’t help but know.
Not with the posters fighting for wallspace in Jubilee’s room.
Not with Kitty watching the damn concert DVD’s over and over and over so many times that no matter how much Remy loved JC he’d wanted to destroy them multiple times.
“What?” JC eyed him warily, drawing backwards slightly. A movement that Remy halted immediately by hauling JC bodily up against his side, there was a minor struggle that Remy won as JC relaxed and laid his head on his shoulder instead.
“Just forgot somethin’… it’ll keep,” Remy assured him making a mental note to call Logan at the first possible moment.
Either that or the next time he saw JC he was going to have a half-dozen autograph requests, and ‘can we meet him’ requests and ‘you should move him into the mansion so we can keep an eye on him’ requests.
He hadn’t missed the way Jean and Rogue eyed the posters on Jubilee’s wall.
“Now tell me why everythin’ is fallin’ apart.”
“Justin’s touring…”
“I thought that’s what this break y’all were takin’ was for. Justin was recordin’ and tourin’, you were recordin’ and not tourin’, Joey was doin’ his Broadway thing, Lance was doin’ his space thing and Chris…” Remy glanced over at him a blank expression on his face. “What was Chris doin’ again?”
“Playing with Joey,” JC mumbled impishly, eyes sparkling as his good humor began to return.
“Right… so with all that… why aren’t you in LA?”
JC sighed heavily. “Justin signed another endorsement.”
“Another one?”
“Yeah… Joey says we don’t have anything to worry about, Chris says he’s just spreading his wings while he has the chance but…”
“You think he’s spreadin’ his wings and making like a chick ready to leave home.”
“We all agreed to the long break. But we all agreed to go back to the studio in September too and part of me thinks this is it. Justin hadn’t been happy for a while; I can see it now, I can hear it. But maybe it’s just me…”
“Maybe he just needed to see that grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence.”
“But what if it is for him,” JC said softly. “The album is already a hit, the tour is going to be a hit...”
“Maybe y’all should talk to him before you go assumin’ that he innit comin’ back.”
“That would be fine if anybody could talk to him, so far the only person that came close was Lance and he was blown off.”
“Well you know… if the kid does leave I know someone who can rent you a house for real cheap,” Remy leered at him, a smile breaking over his face as JC laughed.
“Than it’s too bad that I already own one with my boyfriend.”
Remy glanced around the backyard a thoughtful look on his face.
“You know…”
“No,” JC said sternly.
“If I blow it up though we could get one with a bigger closet… you’re gonna need more room for all your clothes.”
“Hmmm... Well…”
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