It started out simple. Justin wanted a large party for new years - family, friends, the whole deal. JC just wanted something small, perferably just the five of them, or even better, just the two of them. In the end, it went in Justin's favor, thanks to his random acts of persuasion. So, after a week of planning and idea-making, it was finally the 31st, three hours into their party, and two hours before the new year. They had decided to hold the party at the Orlando house that the two lead singers shares, and that's where we begin. Justin was by the large buffet table with Trace, and the two were refilling their plastic cups with beer. What kind, they weren't too sure. They were both on a high due to their earlier dosage of beer, and needed more to alliviate their cravings. "Dudeeee.. this shit's kinda flat, don't you think?" "Yeah, well," Justin took a swig of the cold liquid. "It's somethin'. You think this'll work?" "Yeah! Why the hell not?" Trace grinned, downing the remainder of his cup. Justin laughed at that, and put his cup down on the table. He laughed randomly before looking around the room in a franic search for something, someone. And as if he had a radar in his head, his mind clicked. He sprung forward, beginning to make his way through the wave of close family members and friends. Joey called out to him, but he ignored it. He wasn't looking for Joey, Joey wasn't his main priority right now. His priorities were elsewhere. "Justin!" Justin's eyes lit up, and he turned around to the sound of the voice belonging to who he was looking for. JC stood behind him, a slight smile on his face. The smile faded when he became aware of how drunk his bandmate was. "Dude. How much did you--" He was cut off when Justin tackled him, clinging to him tightly for dear life. JC blinked, trying to remove his arms from Justin's death grip. "Uh, J? Can you let go?? or at least loose up..?" "Jayce. Jaaaaayceee!" Justin laughed, nuzzling his face in the crook of JC's neck. "I gotta tell you something." "Like what?" JC raised an eyebrow. "My friend. My best friend. My best friend Jayce. I gotta tell you. Gotta tell you something. Been waiting forever to tell you." "Ummm okay? J? What is it?" JC pulled his arms free, placing his hands on Justin's shoulders and pushed him back a little, blue eyes staring into blue. "I want you to know. I.. I gotta tell you. You need to know. But. Like. Don't laugh." For the third time, Justin laughed and hicupped, tightening his hold on JC's hips. He had brought his hands down his older friend's back slowly as JC moved him back. "I won't laugh." "You won't?" "I won't." "Promise?" "I promise, Justin. You can tell me anything, whether you're sober or drunk off your ass." "Yay! That's why I love you, you know. That's why I love you. 'Cause you always listen to me. Always." "Justin.. you're rambling. But, I love you too." "Oh. OH!! Yeah, yeah. Yay! Sorry. So sorry, really sorry, like--" "J." "I wanna have sex with you. Mad animal sex with you. Mad, MAD, loud, sweaty, hot, fine, sweet, sweet lovin' with you. On the floor, on a bed, in an elevator, by the beach, on a rug, in a car, in the shower, on the plane, on a ferry, backstage, in the quiet room..." "Uh, J.." "On a golf course, on stage, in a sauna, in a bar, on a boat, in the back aisle of a bookstore, at Starbucks, in a mall, on a kitchen counter.." "Uh... J..?" "In a train, in the studio, in the recording room.." "Justin." "At my house, at your house, at Lance's house, at Joey's house, at Chris's house.." "Justin." "At my other house, at your other house, at Wade's house, at Britney's house to piss her off, in the *NSYNC compound.." "Justin." "At Chris's fashion office thing, at Lance's office, in a phone booth, at a club, at a party.." "JUSTIN. SHUT UP." JC laughed, shaking Justin back and forth rapidly. "Justin. You want to have sex with me. Okay. I get it." "No, you DON'T. I want mad sex with you. Not just sex." "Okay. Mad sex." "How do you feel about that?" "Well, uh, like.." "Do I make you hot?" "What??" "Do I make you horny?" "Justin. Not again." "Do I make you shiver in anticipation?" "God." "Do I make you wanna..." "Don't--" "Do I make you go...wooo...?" "What??" "Can I try to make you go...wooo...?" "Wooo...?" "No! I want you to scream it, baybee. Please? Go...wooo...?" "I..I.." "Do I make your pants tight? Do I make you sweat? Do I make you want me baby." "Okay. Look--" "Am I like woah? Do I make you like woah? Do you wanna know if my kiss is like woah?" "Just--" "TAKE ME NOW! Hungry for your lovin'.. SHOW ME HOW!.. You sexy hunk of man." "JUSTIN. Okay!" "You'll take me now?!" "...Justin. Please. Calm down." "You.. DON'T want to take me now...?" "No.. I mean.. you..." JC slapped his forehead as his bandmate burst into tears. "This is so... Justin, don't cry.." "I love you. I love you so much. I love you so damn much..." JC went to reply, but sighed, pulling Justin close to him. "Yeah, I love you too, J.." "So much.. so DAMN much.." Justin's voice grew softer with each word. He moved in a bit more to be able to rest his head on JC's shoulder. "Justin.. everyone's gonna wonder where the hell we are.. we gotta go back." JC tilted his head to the side so he could see Justin's face better, but doing that enabled him to realize that Justin had passed out on his shoulder, and was now sleeping on him. "You're gonna have a killer hangover, dude." JC smiled, pulling at Justin's arm. he pulled it again, wrapping it over his shoulders. JC then proceeded to wrap his own arm around Justin's waist, for balance, and began walking toward the living room. "C! There you are! We were about to call the FBI in order to find you two." Joey came into the room, just as JC was about to drag Justin out of it. "Sorry, Joe. This one thought he could handle his liquor.. apparently failed..soooo I'm taking him upstairs. Do you mind?" "Ohh. So that's what he and Trace were doing all night. Yeah man, that's fine. I'll take over the party and make it happenin'." "Really." "Need help getting him upstairs?" "No, I got him. Thanks, though. I'll be back in a few." "Right. Don't worry, the ladies won't miss you, they've got me. Say. You all right, man? Lookin' a tad pale." "I'm fine. Thanks again." Joey raised his glass in parting, and headed back to the festivities, announcing that he was now the master of ceremonies since the "two golden boys" had to depart. JC couldn't help but laugh as he walked Justin up the stairs. Once upstairs, JC pulled the sheets off to the side of Justin's bed, and placed the sleeping man down in it. He then pulled Justin's shoes off and tossed them aside, then proceeded to pull his pants off so he was left in his boxers. Justin moaned something, and then rolled over in his sleep, seeming to smile slightly. "Jayce.. so..you... decided on sweet-sweet lovin'..in bed..?" JC's eyes widened, and he placed a chaste kiss onto Justin's cheek. "No.. no sweet sweet lovin', Just. I'd rather do that when you're awake and sober so you remember it." he slipped the blue shirt off, and then pulled the blankets over Justin's body. "There." "I'll...digitally get you down.. just you..." "And me." JC grinned, seating himself beside Justin. He reached out, running a hand through Justin's hair as he leaned back. Justin, in response, leaned into the touch unconsciously, and sighed. After 15 minutes of silence, JC got up off the bed and headed back downstairs, figuring that Justin would be out for the rest of the night. he didn't want to leave him alone, but he couldn't think straight while being beside him. he needed to clear his mind and make a decision which would affect everyone positively. Well, being surrounded by people at a party wasn't going to help much either, but he didn't care, because he didn't realize that at the time. He just wanted to get away from Justin. Because if he was near him, all he would think about would be the 41 places that Justin mentioned where they could have sex. The very idea just... "Well! Golden boy number two decided to rejoin us!" Chris laughed, raising his glass in the air in JC's direction. JC responded by giving Chris the finger. Chris just laughed, JC did too. "So! Where's the infant?" Chris asked, when he finally made his way through the crowd to be face to face with his bandmate. "Out cold, man." JC ran a hand through his hair. "He's so wasted." "New year's sex." "Excuse me?" "That's all this is about. Jup just wants new year's sex." "Good for him--" "New years sex with you." "--What?" "You heard me. I'm never wrong, schizo." Chris took another sip of his drink, then looked back to JC. "All he talks about is you. YOUR eyes, YOUR hair, YOUR voice, YOUR body, YOUR clothes, YOUR album. You're like, his damn muse, dude." "Call me dadoo." JC slumped down onto the couch, shock written all over his face. Chris laughed, seating himself beside JC. "You're denser than fog, my friend. You take the name sleeping beauty to whole new levels." "Dude. Sleeping beauty? No one calls me that, thank God." "He does." "You lie." "If I'm lying, then you're really into injecting large, ruler-long, pointy, silver needles into your flesh.." "Bastard." Chris grinned. "Well, anyway, that's all this is about. He wants you BAD, Chasez." "Do you... do you have a problem with him feeling that way, Chris?" "No. Not at all. I think it's cute. Not sickenly, disgusting cute. But cute, and funny. Funny and cute." "Good. I..guess." "Why? You want kinky sex in a phone booth with him, too?" "Ye-- WHAT?! how do you know about.." "He said it loud enough, man. The whole party knows he wants you." "Oh my God." "No one has a prob with it," Chris shrugged. "Just sing the high part of 'Hey Jude' and screw him on a pool table. He didn't mention having sex there, give him the idea." "You're a bitch." "I love you too, JC." "So.. what should I do? Chris? Hey, Chris??" Chris was looking right past JC, staring with his mouth ajar and eyes wide open. Justin was back, awake and seemingly as drunk as ever, his arms wrapped around Wade's waist and his lips pulling at the skin on their ex-choreographer's neck. "Jace.. just give in and stop struggling.. It's not going to get you anywhere.. if you can sex up the microphone on national TV.. I can't... even begin to... wonder what we could do in private.." "JUSTIN!!" JC's face was bright red, and he felt like hiding behind the couch, curled up in a ball. he felt Chris place his hand on his shoulder, and squeeze it gently. He also heard him snicker along with Joey and Lance, who joined them. "All day long I dream about sex..." "Oh God." JC suddenly felt very small. "Dude, go get your boy before he undresses Wade in front of everyone," said Joey. "God! How much did he and Trace drink?!" JC threw his arms up into the air and hurried over to the scene. Wade was now slowly, hesitantly, placing his hands on Justin's hips. He was just as drunk. "Ex-CUSE me." JC pulled Justin back, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist, tightly. "Please do refrain from kissing my lover." "Oh!" Justin beamed. "Hi JC! I was just making out with JC!" "Uh...okay.." "Yeah. We were just about to have hot sex." "Is that so?" "Uh-huh! Hot, steam producing sex." JC pulled Justin closer. "Okay. But.. no sex until you can differentiate me from Wade. Deal?" "Okay.. but... we're gonna?" JC looked up, seeing a room full of people looking at him and Justin expectantly. "Sure. Whenever, wherever." "Whatever!" Justin jumped up, wrapping his legs around JC's waist, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Wade shook his head, suddenly patting JC on the shoulder. "Take it, Jace. If you don't, I--" "You won't, I will." JC grinned at all the faces that were smirking at him suddenly. He looked back to Justin who was looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. JC nearly choked as he whispered, "You're..not really drunk... are you?" Justin stared up at him, pout appearing every so slowly. "So.. since you're NOT that drunk.. you can recognize me.. and you'll remember this, right?" A bright, proud smile replaced the pout on Justin's lips. "Okay." JC raised his eyebrows provocatively as they walked back toward the stairs. "You know, Justin, you could have just told me you wanted me." "This was more fun." "How so?" "Seeing you all flushed, taking care of me, hinting.." "41 places for sex, Justin?" "Uh.. all night long I think about sex with you.. with you.." Justin leaned in, pressing his lips onto JC's roughly, revealing his obvious desire. He licked JC's bottom lip, asking for admittance, and JC quickly obliged. One of JC's hands moved down from Justin's waist and squeezed his ass, causing the younger man to freeze with wide open eyes. His side of the kiss was frozen as JC took over, squeezing once again. "You know what you were saying before, Justin?" he asked, hotly. "Y-y.. n-no.." "That 'take me now' speel?" JC leaned in, licking a path up Justin's cheekbone. "Y-y-yeah..?" "And..did you.." JC's tongue moved upward again, and he gently bit down on Justin's earlobe. "Did you mean that new year's sex thing?" "Y-yes.." JC bit down a little bit harder, then moved back to Justin's lips, placing a deep kiss onto them - sides, edges, and everything inbetween. "Why wait till midnight?" Justin's eyes widened, and he froze during the kiss once again. JC smiled, biting down on Justin's bottom lip. "Don't tease me again." "I - I won't." "Promise?" "I p-promise." "Good." JC let go of Justin's lip and nudged his head back gently before slowly licking a path up Justin's throat. Justin whimpered and squirmed in JC's arms, ignoring the cat calls and statements of protest from his friends. "Whenever, wherever, right?" "Wha-whatever," Justin moaned, making an internal note to buy lots of alcoholic beverages in the future. "Take me now." Fini.