Part 10


"Shhhh, baby, we have to be quiet..." JC giggled, tumbling on to his bed and pulling the woman on top of him.  He brushed her long hair out of her face and kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip.  She yelped in pain.  "Shhh!"

He kissed her again, softer this time, and ran his hands underneath her shirt.  She moaned as he squeezed each of her nipples before slipping her shirt over her head.  He rolled on top of her, licking her breasts as he fumbled at her skirt.   When he finally succeeded in getting her naked, he smiled down at her before taking his own clothes off.

She giggled quietly.  "I can't believe I'm about to fuck JC Chasez," she whispered.  

He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head and entered her forcefully.  He pumped faster and harder; her head banged against the headboard and she yelped again, but he didn't care.  He just wanted to fuck her. Fuck a woman.

He looked towards Justin's bed.  Were Justin's eyes open?  Was he watching the whole thing?  I hope so, JC thought as he fucked the girl harder. Tears were forming in her eyes now, and she was begging him to stop.

"What's wrong?  Thought you wanted to fuck me. You don't like this? Huh?"  He was angry now, and he knew he shouldn't be taking it out on this girl, especially like this, but he couldn't help it.

"JC, please, stop!" she cried.  He pulled out of her swiftly, throwing her clothes at her as he walked to the bathroom.  

"Get out. Now."  He knew he'd feel guilty the next morning, but right now, he just didn't care.  

He heard the door click; she was gone.  He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. You're fucking pathetic, Chasez.  



"Shhh, baby, we have to be quiet."

The words kept ringing in Justin's head.

"What's wrong?  Thought you wanted to fuck me. You don't like this? Huh?"


He couldn't believe what had happened the night before.   He'd heard JC come in and almost got up out of bed to apologize, to hold him, to do anything he could to make JC understand.  And then he saw the girl.  

"Shhh, baby, we have to be quiet."

He should have said, "Shhh, baby, I don't want to wake up the guy that I've been fooling around with for the past 3 months, " Justin thought.  But maybe he did want to wake him up.  Justin could have sworn JC looked over at him while he was...he didn't even want to think about it.  The sight of JC with a random woman had made Justin's stomach turn.

He rolled over and looked at JC's bed to see if he was there.  He saw the dishevled head of hair, the soft rise and fall of JC's chest, and tears formed in his eyes.

Damn it Justin, why did you let yourself fall in love with him?

He wiped the tears away and swung his legs off the bed, standing to stretch.  A knock on the door made him jump.  Running a hand through his hair, he walked to the door to see who the hell was bothering him at 8:00 in the morning.  

He barely got the door open before Lance pushed his way in.  "Where's JC?"  he asked, a concerned tone in his voice.

"He's in bed, why? What's wrong?"  

"I saw that girl leaving your room last night, and she was crying. I want to know what happened."  
"I think he fucked her a little too hard," Justin said bitterely.   Lance looked at him, confused.  

"Ok...what's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, ask him yourself," Justin sneered before retreating to the bathroom. He needed a hot shower.

"JC! JC, wake up!" Lance urged, shaking JC's shouders until his eyes fluttered open.

"What the hell are you doing, Lance? I'm trying to sleep."  He threw an arm over his face  to block out the invasive light that was shining in his eyes.  He had a headache.

"Dude, what the hell happened last night?  That girl came out of your room half naked and bawling.  NOT good, JC," Lance said sternly.

"OK, Dad."

"Josh, this isn't funny."

"Who's laughing?"

"What the fuck is with your attitude?  Ever since yesterday after TRL you've been a dick."

"Get out of my face, Lance. I don't need to deal with this."

Lance glared at him angrily before walking out.  JC rolled over on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow.  

"So, I take it you had fun last night," Justin said sarcastically as he emerged from the bathroom.  

JC didn't answer.

"Oh, the silent treatment, huh?  Is that they way you always react when someone tells you they love you?  Or wait, maybe you go out and find random people to fuck while the person who loves you is in the same room."

JC shot up from the bed and lunged at Justin, causing them both to tumble roughly to the floor. Justin's head slammed against the ground and he groaned in pain.  

"Fuck you, Justin!" JC spat out, closing a hand around Justin's neck as Justin gasped for air.  "You don't love me! Say you don't fucking love me!"

Justin pried JC's hand from his neck and gulped in the air he could now breathe.  "No..." he gasped.  "I can't lie to you."

Justin felt all the air escape his lungs as JC punched him in the stomach.  Hot tears were streaming down Justin's cheeks, and that seemed to make JC angrier.

"Stop fucking crying!  I hate when you cry!"  

"W-why, JC? Why do you hate when I cry?"

JC looked away and Justin noticed that his eyes were wet.  

"Josh.  Look at me."  JC turned his head and looked into Justin's teary eyes, and Justin felt JC's body go limp on top of his.

"Justin...Justin..." JC sobbed, burying his face in Justin's chest.  

Justin cradled JC in his arms, ran his fingers though his hair. "Shhh, Josh.  It's ok. Everything's going to be ok."

"I'm s-sorry, Justin. I'm an idiot. I..."

"I know, Josh. I know."

JC sat up and looked at Justin.  "You know I love you too, right?  You know I do. I just...I don't know what I want, Justin. I just don't know what I want."

Justin kissed JC softly and stood up. "When you decide what you want...you let me know. Because I know what I want, but I can't have it until you're ready."

JC looked up at Justin pleadingly.  "I do love you, Justin."

"I love you too, JC."



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