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Justin was really beginning to wonder if everyone had moved in with him and he was just simply the last person to know. It seemed at least likely that Chris had moved in, he never left, at all. Like he was afraid if he did that the locks and alarm code would be changed and he’d never get back in.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Payouts of Bets – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
*sob* I don’t know what the heck I’m going to do with myself now that this is done… *peeks at WiP folder* well I guess I could get back to work on some of those.
I’d like to thank everyone that stuck with me through this story. And those of you that are here for the JuC… you don’t know how close we came to it being a JC/Britney. Thatclose.
This is a series, the rest of the stories can be found here:
Every Good Plan… Series…
Every Good Plan… Has Payouts of Bets
Justin was really beginning to wonder if everyone had moved in with him and he was just simply the last person to know. It seemed at least likely that Chris had moved in, he never left, at all. Like he was afraid if he did that the locks and alarm code would be changed and he’d never get back in.
Trace had already lived with him so he was not an unexpected fixture, but since Trace was seemingly trying the dating thing with Lance… well now Lance was there all the time and that mean that Joey was present most of the time as well.
The only person who he wouldn’t have minded living with him, who was very obviously not living with him would have been JC.
Because they were taking things slow, hence no living together.
This also meant that they weren’t having sex. They’d made out, they held hands… they did all sorts of coupley stuff in public that kept Johnny in a perpetual state of heart attack.
But no sex.
All this meant that when he bounced into the house after having breakfast with JC, the first thing he saw was Lance and Trace bent over a laptop, Joey watching whatever they were doing while alternately flipping through a magazine and Chris eating a slice of pizza with one hand and holding a can of soda with the other.
He stopped just inside the room. “Don’t you all have homes?”
“I live here,” Trace mumbled without looking up.
Joey eyed him critically before sighing. “No sex yet huh… I can’t believe C’s holding you off.”
Justin scowled, because he still didn’t know how the hell Joey did that. “We’re taking things slow, dating, getting to know each other,” he stated haughtily, “and contrary to popular belief we can control our hormones.”
“You guys have known each other for over ten years, how much better do you need to know each other before you do the deed?”
“Where is C anyway?” Chris finally interjected. Probably to save Joey from being smacked upside the head. And the smack wouldn’t come because Justin didn’t agree with him, he so did… it was just he was sort of tense and not exactly sure how much longer he could be all noble and leave JC’s at the end of their dates with just a kiss, his body sure as hell didn’t understand.
There was a cute, sexy boyfriend that kept him in state of perpetual hardness and he was still jerking off.
That wasn’t right.
“I thought he was off today,” Lance added, not bothering to look up from whatever he and Trace were working on. Justin figured it was either his schedule for world domination or a spreadsheet. Trace got turned on by Excel, he wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen Trace dragging Lance out of the room.
“He is…” Justin scowled. “He’s having lunch with Britney.”
If he could change anything Justin thought, he’d change that. It was just unnatural and wrong on so many levels. He kept expecting pigs to start flying or an announcement that hell had indeed frozen over… story at eleven.
The fact that Britney seemed to adore JC and vice versa annoyed him on so many levels, if he hadn’t promised to not interfere with their friendship he would have made sure that Britney had absolutely no contact with his boyfriend.
He grinned to himself, his boyfriend. JC was his, he felt almost giddy with it.
“I can’t believe that you’re letting him be friends with her, you know that’s a bad idea right?”
“I’d like you to try telling him that,” Justin kicked Chris’ feet of the coffee table and sat next to him. “Britney’ll screw him over soon enough.”
He was almost positive in that regard. It was the only reason he’d made the promise to not interfere, besides the fact that JC had been looking at him with a look that pretty much guaranteed that if he fought this that there would be no dating, no sex, no nothing… regardless of how much they wanted it.
He hadn’t remembered that JC and Britney had been plotting together for months prior until a few days later, and then the only reason that he’d remembered it was because Lance had brought it up. Now he wasn’t so sure that Britney would do something to screw up the friendship.
They might actually have to live with Britney’s presence in JC’s life and make nice with her.
“And on the sex thing, we’ll do it when we’re ready to do it,” Justin finally sighed, watching as Lance and Trace exchanged a look, Joey busied himself with his magazine and Chris avoided his eyes. “You guys aren’t still betting on us are you? Because I thought that shit was all paid out last week.”
“We’re not betting on you,” Joey said automatically.
“We wouldn’t do that, learned our lesson last time,” Chris agreed.
“You’re our friend J, we’re just worried that you and your hand are getting too comfortable together,” Trace grinned at him.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered. “How much is the pot up to?”
“It’s the only one left, so it’s a big one,” Trace glanced at Lance. “It’s up over a 100k now.”
Chris took a bite of his pizza; Justin wondered why he hadn’t taken a plate from the kitchen to catch the crumbs.
Chris smirked, patting Justin on the knee. “Don’t tell C… he got pissy as hell last time when he found out that we were betting on him.”
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Britney was smirking at him as he picked at his salad. It was driving him nuts but he managed to restrain himself for five minutes before he set his fork down, and arched a brow at her.
“What?” he muttered, under the table he twisted his napkin between his fingers.
“You and Justin aren’t sleeping together yet?”
“What…?” he frowned at her before he sighed leaning back in his chair. “They’re betting on us again.”
“Oh yeah,” Britney grinned, tossing her head slightly. “Nick called last night and wanted to know what the chances that the two of you were going to consummate your… uh… relationship anytime soon, I guess the pots pretty big now. Tempers are starting to flare.”
“Okay leaving alone the whole thing about all of you being seriously disturbed and having way to much time on your hands… Nick Carter called you to ask about my sex life?” JC asked in disbelief.
“Well I think he called you first but Justin answered.”
“Of course…” JC rubbed a hand over his face. Considered how much it would alarm the wait staff if he decided to bang his head against the table before opting against it and sighed once more. “Why does everyone care so much whether we’re sleeping together?”
“Well there’s the pot you know, it’s up to over a hundred thousand,” Britney leaned over the table, touching JC’s hand lightly. “Plus you know we’re bored so… why…”
“We’re taking things slow.”
“JC, honey, sweetie. There’s slow and then there’s you know a standstill. You at this moment are at a standstill, I’m surprised Justin hasn’t thrown you down on any available surface and just ravished you.”
“Justin’s a gentleman.”
“Justin’s a guy… just like you; although sometimes I think you got the sensibilities of a girl.”
“Just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean that I won’t hit you,” JC muttered.
“I just don’t get it… Justin wants you; you obviously want him, what’s the hold up?”
JC picked up his fork again, dragging a piece of lettuce across his plate, watching absently as he twirled it through the dressing left on his plate. “I just… every other relationship that I’ve been in has ended horribly. Like fireworks and explosions horribly. I guess I just wanted to give Justin the opportunity to change his mind without having sex involved.”
“Oh honey,” Britney squeezed his hand. “First things first, Justin, isn’t going to change his mind… and if you give Lance the okay he’ll probably kill those people for you.”
JC snorted. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”
“Justin’s not going to hurt you; he’ll probably go out of his way to protect you… you guys have been friends for a long time…”
“That’s the other thing.”
“What?” Britney eyed him curiously.
“We’ve been friends for so long, and past experience has led me to the conclusion that friends don’t make the best lovers… what if we can’t make that transition to… you know… lovers?”
Britney laughed. “Honey the sexual energy flying off the two of you could light several states; I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“I don’t know…” JC shrugged.
“Okay…” Britney released his hand, gnawing on her bottom lip as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. “You know I think you just need to do it.”
“Just do it… isn’t that a Nike ad?”
“Who cares… you need to get past this friends don’t make good lovers thing. So just do it.”
“That’s not very romantic.”
“It can be,” Britney smirked. “Pull out some candles, some incense, I’m sure Justin’s got it stashed all over your house. Satin sheets on the bed, some soft music in the background, none of your stuff because that would be distracting, Justin would probably try to sing along. Box of condoms, lube and wa-la… you’ve got a romantic, I’m seducing you so don’t argue with me atmosphere.”
“You’ve got it all figured out don’t you?” JC asked with narrowed eyes. “What do you have to gain from this?”
“I’ve got money on tonight being the night… you come through I’ll split the money with you fifty-fifty.”
“Split the money…”
“Yeah… you can buy Justin something pretty… and expensive with someone else’s money. It’ll be like the ultimate revenge.”
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JC waved at Britney as she pulled out of the restaurant parking light. Tapping his cell phone (which he had charged and remembered only because Justin had done it for him and then had shoved it in his hand when he was leaving, muttering something about Britney under his breath) against the steering wheel.
He hoped someday that he might be able to leave them alone in the same room without having to worry about whether one of them would be dead when he got back.
A deep breath and he flipped it open, dialing the number from memory.
“It’s me…” he said brightly when the other end was picked up. “I need to ask you for a favor.”
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When Justin arrived at JC’s the house was dark, which in itself was slightly suspicious since JC himself had called and told Justin when to be there, what to where and where to park.
It was very unlike JC and Justin wondered at the likelihood of pod people.
He punched in the code for the alarm because at least that hadn’t changed… JC always set it whether he was in or out. He felt safer that way.
The door swung open and he stopped abruptly.
Because this wasn’t safe.
And was totally not like JC.
Candles, burning everywhere. He’d left candles there in the past, not this many though and he just knew that there were like fifty stores that were totally sold out of every candle known to man.
Justin grinned.
“Hey,” JC’s voice was soft and Justin squinted just barely seeing him sitting at the top of the stores. He was still fully clothed but the expression on his face indicated that he didn’t expect to stay that way for long.
“You didn’t need to do all this,” Justin waved his arm to encompass the candles that illuminated the room. He pushed the door closed, making sure he heard it latch before he carefully began making his way towards his boyfriend, his boyfriend. From the setup he might be able to call him his lover within a few hours. Inside he was doing cartwheels and flips.
He carefully weaved through the river of candles, it wouldn’t do to tip any of the candles over and have the house go up in flames and ruin all of JC’s carefully constructed plans. They’d have to remember to make sure they blew them out before they got to distracted.
He sat on the top step next to him, so close that he could feel the heat of his body even between their clothes. He laced their fingers together and raised their joined hands to his lips. A whisper of kiss and JC smiled at him.
If there was anything that Justin thought JC deserved it was gentleness and romance.
Part of him had wanted to be the one to set the stage for taking their relationship to the next level, he’d had some grand plans… part of him was glad that JC had taken those plans out of his hands.
“It’s been two weeks,” JC said quietly, letting go of Justin’s hand he raised it to touch his cheek. Justin didn’t think he’d ever see in himself what JC saw in him. JC looked at him like he was precious and wonderful and he always wanted to be those things to him. “And it’s been brought to my attention,” he winced slightly, “that I’m over thinking this… the whole…”
“The sex thing,” Justin grinned. JC could write song lyrics about every type of sex imaginable, but when he had to actually talk about it instead of singing about it… well he couldn’t string three coherent words together.
Justin knew for a fact that JC had a dirty mind; he couldn’t wait to exploit that knowledge. He wouldn’t even make JC talk about it beforehand.
Of course they had to actually get to the sex first.
“I’d wait a lot longer than two weeks for you to be ready,” Justin admitted. “I’ve waited a long time as it is.”
“So have I,” JC said, Justin leaned closer. Lips a hairsbreadth away, he could feel the movement when JC licked his lips.
“I’ve loved you for a long time C,” he murmured. “Nothing that happens is going to change that, ever.”
“I love you to,” JC said breathlessly.
“Then take me to bed…” Justin grinned, a slow press of his lips, swipe of his tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever get over the rush of being able to kiss JC, touch him, and be kissed and touched in return.
He climbed to his feet, pulling JC with him. Arms around his waist, Justin’s fingers made a quick walk down his spine, then detoured so they could pull the t-shirt up enough that he could touch JC’s skin.
He loved touching JC’s skin. Loved being able to touch that skin.
He kissed him again, holding him tightly. Every nerve in his body strumming with barely contained energy… it was finally going to happen. But first…
JC leaned his forehead against his, smiling softly. “Should we blow out the candles first? I kind of like my house standing.”
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It was way to early to up JC decided. He’d moved from the bed because the bare expanse of Justin’s skin against black sheets… well he wasn’t a saint and if he’d waited another five minutes he would have gone against his better judgment and woken him up.
Justin needed his sleep, but when he woke up on his own he was fair game.
He leaned against the window sill watching the pinkening sky. He thought it might be the first time in years that he’d actually seen the sun rise.
Part of him wanted to paint it, then paint a little Justin lying naked within the middle of it.
A sigh from Justin caught his attention and he turned back to the bed, his nose wrinkled because Justin was still asleep. Pushing away from the window he took one last look at the rising sun and walked silently towards the bed.
Sliding between the sheets he had just settled on his side when Justin reached for him, pulling him against sleep warm skin.
Cuddling close enough that he could feel Justin hard against him. He stroked a hand down the side of Justin’s face, before resting it on his hip.
Britney would share the pot with him… he hadn’t decided what he’d buy Justin with the money yet.
Not a car because he had enough, not shoes because he’d have to convert a room to store what he had now… maybe a vacation once they were done in the studio.
JC smiled, he kissed Justin slowly, lips moving lazily together the other man never woke. Just kissed him back, smiling when JC drew away to stare at him. He closed his eyes; maybe a little cat nap until Justin was ready to wake?
A few short months ago he never thought he’d be here, never thought they’d be here, laying together in his bed. He thought he’d ruined everything. But maybe things that were meant to be happened regardless of how much people poked and prodded to force them along.
Maybe if he and Britney had just left it all alone in the first place that he and Justin would have eventually found their way to this moment regardless.
And maybe not.
Whatever would have been was, and it seemed at least to JC… with a little time, some effort and the tiniest bit of plotting amongst friends… every good plan yielded some amazing results.
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Justin was really beginning to wonder if everyone had moved in with him and he was just simply the last person to know. It seemed at least likely that Chris had moved in, he never left, at all. Like he was afraid if he did that the locks and alarm code would be changed and he’d never get back in.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Payouts of Bets – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
*sob* I don’t know what the heck I’m going to do with myself now that this is done… *peeks at WiP folder* well I guess I could get back to work on some of those.
I’d like to thank everyone that stuck with me through this story. And those of you that are here for the JuC… you don’t know how close we came to it being a JC/Britney. Thatclose.
This is a series, the rest of the stories can be found here:
Every Good Plan… Series…
Every Good Plan… Has Payouts of Bets
Justin was really beginning to wonder if everyone had moved in with him and he was just simply the last person to know. It seemed at least likely that Chris had moved in, he never left, at all. Like he was afraid if he did that the locks and alarm code would be changed and he’d never get back in.
Trace had already lived with him so he was not an unexpected fixture, but since Trace was seemingly trying the dating thing with Lance… well now Lance was there all the time and that mean that Joey was present most of the time as well.
The only person who he wouldn’t have minded living with him, who was very obviously not living with him would have been JC.
Because they were taking things slow, hence no living together.
This also meant that they weren’t having sex. They’d made out, they held hands… they did all sorts of coupley stuff in public that kept Johnny in a perpetual state of heart attack.
But no sex.
All this meant that when he bounced into the house after having breakfast with JC, the first thing he saw was Lance and Trace bent over a laptop, Joey watching whatever they were doing while alternately flipping through a magazine and Chris eating a slice of pizza with one hand and holding a can of soda with the other.
He stopped just inside the room. “Don’t you all have homes?”
“I live here,” Trace mumbled without looking up.
Joey eyed him critically before sighing. “No sex yet huh… I can’t believe C’s holding you off.”
Justin scowled, because he still didn’t know how the hell Joey did that. “We’re taking things slow, dating, getting to know each other,” he stated haughtily, “and contrary to popular belief we can control our hormones.”
“You guys have known each other for over ten years, how much better do you need to know each other before you do the deed?”
“Where is C anyway?” Chris finally interjected. Probably to save Joey from being smacked upside the head. And the smack wouldn’t come because Justin didn’t agree with him, he so did… it was just he was sort of tense and not exactly sure how much longer he could be all noble and leave JC’s at the end of their dates with just a kiss, his body sure as hell didn’t understand.
There was a cute, sexy boyfriend that kept him in state of perpetual hardness and he was still jerking off.
That wasn’t right.
“I thought he was off today,” Lance added, not bothering to look up from whatever he and Trace were working on. Justin figured it was either his schedule for world domination or a spreadsheet. Trace got turned on by Excel, he wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen Trace dragging Lance out of the room.
“He is…” Justin scowled. “He’s having lunch with Britney.”
If he could change anything Justin thought, he’d change that. It was just unnatural and wrong on so many levels. He kept expecting pigs to start flying or an announcement that hell had indeed frozen over… story at eleven.
The fact that Britney seemed to adore JC and vice versa annoyed him on so many levels, if he hadn’t promised to not interfere with their friendship he would have made sure that Britney had absolutely no contact with his boyfriend.
He grinned to himself, his boyfriend. JC was his, he felt almost giddy with it.
“I can’t believe that you’re letting him be friends with her, you know that’s a bad idea right?”
“I’d like you to try telling him that,” Justin kicked Chris’ feet of the coffee table and sat next to him. “Britney’ll screw him over soon enough.”
He was almost positive in that regard. It was the only reason he’d made the promise to not interfere, besides the fact that JC had been looking at him with a look that pretty much guaranteed that if he fought this that there would be no dating, no sex, no nothing… regardless of how much they wanted it.
He hadn’t remembered that JC and Britney had been plotting together for months prior until a few days later, and then the only reason that he’d remembered it was because Lance had brought it up. Now he wasn’t so sure that Britney would do something to screw up the friendship.
They might actually have to live with Britney’s presence in JC’s life and make nice with her.
“And on the sex thing, we’ll do it when we’re ready to do it,” Justin finally sighed, watching as Lance and Trace exchanged a look, Joey busied himself with his magazine and Chris avoided his eyes. “You guys aren’t still betting on us are you? Because I thought that shit was all paid out last week.”
“We’re not betting on you,” Joey said automatically.
“We wouldn’t do that, learned our lesson last time,” Chris agreed.
“You’re our friend J, we’re just worried that you and your hand are getting too comfortable together,” Trace grinned at him.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered. “How much is the pot up to?”
“It’s the only one left, so it’s a big one,” Trace glanced at Lance. “It’s up over a 100k now.”
Chris took a bite of his pizza; Justin wondered why he hadn’t taken a plate from the kitchen to catch the crumbs.
Chris smirked, patting Justin on the knee. “Don’t tell C… he got pissy as hell last time when he found out that we were betting on him.”
Britney was smirking at him as he picked at his salad. It was driving him nuts but he managed to restrain himself for five minutes before he set his fork down, and arched a brow at her.
“What?” he muttered, under the table he twisted his napkin between his fingers.
“You and Justin aren’t sleeping together yet?”
“What…?” he frowned at her before he sighed leaning back in his chair. “They’re betting on us again.”
“Oh yeah,” Britney grinned, tossing her head slightly. “Nick called last night and wanted to know what the chances that the two of you were going to consummate your… uh… relationship anytime soon, I guess the pots pretty big now. Tempers are starting to flare.”
“Okay leaving alone the whole thing about all of you being seriously disturbed and having way to much time on your hands… Nick Carter called you to ask about my sex life?” JC asked in disbelief.
“Well I think he called you first but Justin answered.”
“Of course…” JC rubbed a hand over his face. Considered how much it would alarm the wait staff if he decided to bang his head against the table before opting against it and sighed once more. “Why does everyone care so much whether we’re sleeping together?”
“Well there’s the pot you know, it’s up to over a hundred thousand,” Britney leaned over the table, touching JC’s hand lightly. “Plus you know we’re bored so… why…”
“We’re taking things slow.”
“JC, honey, sweetie. There’s slow and then there’s you know a standstill. You at this moment are at a standstill, I’m surprised Justin hasn’t thrown you down on any available surface and just ravished you.”
“Justin’s a gentleman.”
“Justin’s a guy… just like you; although sometimes I think you got the sensibilities of a girl.”
“Just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean that I won’t hit you,” JC muttered.
“I just don’t get it… Justin wants you; you obviously want him, what’s the hold up?”
JC picked up his fork again, dragging a piece of lettuce across his plate, watching absently as he twirled it through the dressing left on his plate. “I just… every other relationship that I’ve been in has ended horribly. Like fireworks and explosions horribly. I guess I just wanted to give Justin the opportunity to change his mind without having sex involved.”
“Oh honey,” Britney squeezed his hand. “First things first, Justin, isn’t going to change his mind… and if you give Lance the okay he’ll probably kill those people for you.”
JC snorted. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”
“Justin’s not going to hurt you; he’ll probably go out of his way to protect you… you guys have been friends for a long time…”
“That’s the other thing.”
“What?” Britney eyed him curiously.
“We’ve been friends for so long, and past experience has led me to the conclusion that friends don’t make the best lovers… what if we can’t make that transition to… you know… lovers?”
Britney laughed. “Honey the sexual energy flying off the two of you could light several states; I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“I don’t know…” JC shrugged.
“Okay…” Britney released his hand, gnawing on her bottom lip as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. “You know I think you just need to do it.”
“Just do it… isn’t that a Nike ad?”
“Who cares… you need to get past this friends don’t make good lovers thing. So just do it.”
“That’s not very romantic.”
“It can be,” Britney smirked. “Pull out some candles, some incense, I’m sure Justin’s got it stashed all over your house. Satin sheets on the bed, some soft music in the background, none of your stuff because that would be distracting, Justin would probably try to sing along. Box of condoms, lube and wa-la… you’ve got a romantic, I’m seducing you so don’t argue with me atmosphere.”
“You’ve got it all figured out don’t you?” JC asked with narrowed eyes. “What do you have to gain from this?”
“I’ve got money on tonight being the night… you come through I’ll split the money with you fifty-fifty.”
“Split the money…”
“Yeah… you can buy Justin something pretty… and expensive with someone else’s money. It’ll be like the ultimate revenge.”
JC waved at Britney as she pulled out of the restaurant parking light. Tapping his cell phone (which he had charged and remembered only because Justin had done it for him and then had shoved it in his hand when he was leaving, muttering something about Britney under his breath) against the steering wheel.
He hoped someday that he might be able to leave them alone in the same room without having to worry about whether one of them would be dead when he got back.
A deep breath and he flipped it open, dialing the number from memory.
“It’s me…” he said brightly when the other end was picked up. “I need to ask you for a favor.”
When Justin arrived at JC’s the house was dark, which in itself was slightly suspicious since JC himself had called and told Justin when to be there, what to where and where to park.
It was very unlike JC and Justin wondered at the likelihood of pod people.
He punched in the code for the alarm because at least that hadn’t changed… JC always set it whether he was in or out. He felt safer that way.
The door swung open and he stopped abruptly.
Because this wasn’t safe.
And was totally not like JC.
Candles, burning everywhere. He’d left candles there in the past, not this many though and he just knew that there were like fifty stores that were totally sold out of every candle known to man.
Justin grinned.
“Hey,” JC’s voice was soft and Justin squinted just barely seeing him sitting at the top of the stores. He was still fully clothed but the expression on his face indicated that he didn’t expect to stay that way for long.
“You didn’t need to do all this,” Justin waved his arm to encompass the candles that illuminated the room. He pushed the door closed, making sure he heard it latch before he carefully began making his way towards his boyfriend, his boyfriend. From the setup he might be able to call him his lover within a few hours. Inside he was doing cartwheels and flips.
He carefully weaved through the river of candles, it wouldn’t do to tip any of the candles over and have the house go up in flames and ruin all of JC’s carefully constructed plans. They’d have to remember to make sure they blew them out before they got to distracted.
He sat on the top step next to him, so close that he could feel the heat of his body even between their clothes. He laced their fingers together and raised their joined hands to his lips. A whisper of kiss and JC smiled at him.
If there was anything that Justin thought JC deserved it was gentleness and romance.
Part of him had wanted to be the one to set the stage for taking their relationship to the next level, he’d had some grand plans… part of him was glad that JC had taken those plans out of his hands.
“It’s been two weeks,” JC said quietly, letting go of Justin’s hand he raised it to touch his cheek. Justin didn’t think he’d ever see in himself what JC saw in him. JC looked at him like he was precious and wonderful and he always wanted to be those things to him. “And it’s been brought to my attention,” he winced slightly, “that I’m over thinking this… the whole…”
“The sex thing,” Justin grinned. JC could write song lyrics about every type of sex imaginable, but when he had to actually talk about it instead of singing about it… well he couldn’t string three coherent words together.
Justin knew for a fact that JC had a dirty mind; he couldn’t wait to exploit that knowledge. He wouldn’t even make JC talk about it beforehand.
Of course they had to actually get to the sex first.
“I’d wait a lot longer than two weeks for you to be ready,” Justin admitted. “I’ve waited a long time as it is.”
“So have I,” JC said, Justin leaned closer. Lips a hairsbreadth away, he could feel the movement when JC licked his lips.
“I’ve loved you for a long time C,” he murmured. “Nothing that happens is going to change that, ever.”
“I love you to,” JC said breathlessly.
“Then take me to bed…” Justin grinned, a slow press of his lips, swipe of his tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever get over the rush of being able to kiss JC, touch him, and be kissed and touched in return.
He climbed to his feet, pulling JC with him. Arms around his waist, Justin’s fingers made a quick walk down his spine, then detoured so they could pull the t-shirt up enough that he could touch JC’s skin.
He loved touching JC’s skin. Loved being able to touch that skin.
He kissed him again, holding him tightly. Every nerve in his body strumming with barely contained energy… it was finally going to happen. But first…
JC leaned his forehead against his, smiling softly. “Should we blow out the candles first? I kind of like my house standing.”
It was way to early to up JC decided. He’d moved from the bed because the bare expanse of Justin’s skin against black sheets… well he wasn’t a saint and if he’d waited another five minutes he would have gone against his better judgment and woken him up.
Justin needed his sleep, but when he woke up on his own he was fair game.
He leaned against the window sill watching the pinkening sky. He thought it might be the first time in years that he’d actually seen the sun rise.
Part of him wanted to paint it, then paint a little Justin lying naked within the middle of it.
A sigh from Justin caught his attention and he turned back to the bed, his nose wrinkled because Justin was still asleep. Pushing away from the window he took one last look at the rising sun and walked silently towards the bed.
Sliding between the sheets he had just settled on his side when Justin reached for him, pulling him against sleep warm skin.
Cuddling close enough that he could feel Justin hard against him. He stroked a hand down the side of Justin’s face, before resting it on his hip.
Britney would share the pot with him… he hadn’t decided what he’d buy Justin with the money yet.
Not a car because he had enough, not shoes because he’d have to convert a room to store what he had now… maybe a vacation once they were done in the studio.
JC smiled, he kissed Justin slowly, lips moving lazily together the other man never woke. Just kissed him back, smiling when JC drew away to stare at him. He closed his eyes; maybe a little cat nap until Justin was ready to wake?
A few short months ago he never thought he’d be here, never thought they’d be here, laying together in his bed. He thought he’d ruined everything. But maybe things that were meant to be happened regardless of how much people poked and prodded to force them along.
Maybe if he and Britney had just left it all alone in the first place that he and Justin would have eventually found their way to this moment regardless.
And maybe not.
Whatever would have been was, and it seemed at least to JC… with a little time, some effort and the tiniest bit of plotting amongst friends… every good plan yielded some amazing results.
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Date: 2003-11-21 01:16 pm (UTC)What an awesome line. Great job with this, it seems to flow perfectly. :)
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Date: 2003-11-21 01:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-21 01:22 pm (UTC)BRAVO BRAVO... I loved it. Thanks for sharing it with us. And that was a perfect ending.
Can't wait to see if you expand on more bunnies.
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Date: 2003-11-21 01:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-21 02:16 pm (UTC)Great story...
Date: 2003-11-21 03:38 pm (UTC)The ending was just *sigh*
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Date: 2003-11-21 06:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-22 07:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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