Perfect by nature Never was and never will be *** "Please?" "No." "Pretty please?" "No." "Pretty please with sugar on top?" "Justin. No." "C'mon, C!" "No! We're back with Nsync now, I can't do that." "Bullshit. I already asked the other guys and Johnny about it, they said it was a good idea." "You WHAT?!" "So what song are you doing?" "Justin.. You asked them without even consulting me first?" "Well. Yes." "I can't.. even.." "PLEEEEASE, Jace? C'mon! They'll love you. Not as much as I do, but pretty damn close." "Where are you going with this?" "Nowhere. I just.. want to see you happy. That's all." "I am happy, J. Performing at the VMAs wouldn't affect that in any way.." "Well, do it for me, then?" "God." "Come on, C. You love the music. If it wouldn't affect you in any way then there's nothing to lose, only things to gain. You'd make me happy." "Wait, I don't already?" ".. Happier. You'd make me happier." "And what would I get for this performance?" "One after party pass for two, at The W Hotel, the sexyizzle suite." "Sexyizzle? Man, you ruined the pitch you had going." "Oh, come of it, C. Will you?" "For you, I'd do anything." *** Justin grinned, packing his final shirt into his suitcase. That evening, Nsync was going to the VMAs for their first award show appearance together in about three years or so. They were all bubbling with excitement, and couldn't contain it. They kept each other up until five that morning, and it was eleven now, but Justin was too full of energy to stay asleep. He was so happy, and so excited. He enjoyed his solo career, all the concerts and awards shows and awards he won, having one on one time with the fans and all of his collaborations. But it was odd. Although he loved it with all of his heart, would do it again if he could -- which he could, he didn't feel whole. He missed having his bandmates with him. No, his friends. No, his brothers. And lover. He zipped up his suitcase and quietly got up off of the chair, placing the suitcase where he was sitting. Running a hand through the small amount of hair he had on his head, he silently padded over to the bed, eyeing the sleeping figure laying under the covers, chocolate colored curls peeking out from under them. He cracked his knuckles, getting on the bed and crawled over to the body, pulling the covers down a bit so he could see JC's face. His grin grew wider as he pulled the covers down lower, revealing the older man's bare torso. His grin turned into a soft smile as he just watched him breathe quietly for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. Couldn't waste another second, he had to take the opportunity. Well, he had the opportunity to do a lot of things at that moment. A lot. Justin leaned in and kissed JC's temple softly before standing up on the bed and began to bounce up and down, jumping harder and harder each time his feet hit the bed. He laughed, watching JC's worry-free features narrow and harden. He grumbled something under his breath and rolled over, pulling the covers back over his head. "Come on, JC! Rise and shine! Get up!" Justin stopped bouncing in order to try to make out the low grumble that came from the now covered up heap. This only fueled Justin's hyperness, for as soon as JC replied, Justin was back to bouncing on the bed, cackling madly as he did so. "They say the average human takes up thirty years of their life sleeping. You've exceeded this statistic already, therefore it wouldn't kill you to miss a few hours. And don't tell me it's beauty sleep because you're already beautiful, so get your sorry ass up!" "So you're saying I'm average yet beautiful?" Justin was able to make this grumble out. He laughed at the response. "Above average, baby. Now get up or I'll just keep bouncing." Justin kept up his routine for a moment before JC groaned loudly and reached an arm up, throwing the covers off of him. Justin flashed a cheesy grin and he stopped jumping and went back to a sitting position beside his friend. JC rolled over slowly, narrowed blue eyes now locked onto Justin's amused ones. "You still act like you're seventeen." "How else was I supposed to get you to wake up?" Justin smiled innocently at him. "And hey, I'm twenty-three, now, Josh." "Oh. Woooo, twenty-three, let me tell the papers." JC chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. "How else? Man, an old fashioned 'JC wake up' accompanied by a shake here and there wouldn't have killed me." JC pushed himself up and leaned in closer to Justin, brushing his lips onto the younger man's for a single moment before pulling back, their faces a few millimeters away from each other. "You know, I wouldn't have minded being woken up like that, either." Grinning, JC pulled back and got out of bed, slowly stumbling to the bathroom with a yawn. Justin blinked, still sitting on the bed with an amused look controlling his features. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied just as JC shut the bathroom door. *** "No, I absolutely forbid you from wearing that fur thing again, Jace. I thought you still had the animal's head on you somewhere." "Screw you, Chris. I have good fashion sense." "Oh yeah, you have good fashion sense and Lance is as straight as a circle." JC looked up from the clothing rack, raising an eyebrow. Chris burst into hysterics, and was quickly shut up by Lance who punched his shoulder roughly. "God! What the hell did they do to you in Russia?" JC laughed and shook his head, going back to going through the line of various shirts, pants and other things which lay before him. He stopped in his tracks as a hand found its way to his shoulder, feeling it lightly massage the area before slowly moving upward to rest on the side of his neck. "Hi, J." JC smirked, turning a bit to be able to face the younger man. "You know, you don't have to wear anything at all, it's be okay." Justin smiled innocently, a finger making slowly making its way up and down the side of JC's neck. "You don't either, but I'd prefer not to share the goods with the world," JC smiled, pressing a kiss to Justin's forehead, temple and cheek then left a ghost of a kiss on his lips before pulling back a bit. "That's my territory, and only my territory." "Demanding, aren't we?" Justin whispered, leaning in to place a trail of kisses up JC's throat. "Excuse me. We are here to pick clothes for tomorrow's show, not to screw each other and cause everyone else to go blind," Chris said, feigning irritation. Justin and JC merely glanced at each other before they laughed, throwing a wire hanger in Chris's direction. Chris jumped back and waved his arms in the air before he started screaming, walking over to Justin and JC with his hands in fists, eyes narrowed. "No.. wire.. hangers.. EVER!" "God. You give the movie a mild-G rating," JC said with a snicker, walking to a clothing rack on the other side of the room. "Once a dork always a dork," Justin commented before laughing even harder as Chris crapped him in a headlock, threatening to dye his rather short hair a neon yellow. JC looked up to see Lance and Joey laughing as Justin flailed around, trying to kick Chris in the balls while the older man gloated in victory. And he smiled. He missed times like these. More than he ever knew. *** JC yawned, fighting to keep his eyes open as he got off the Radio City stage, heading toward the back. They had been rehearsing all day, and thanks to lighting and sound glitches here and there, JC had to perform his routine four times in the past two hours, and with all the running around the five of them had been doing, he was exhausted. Plus, he had been trying to stop Justin from smacking Britney upside the head all night. According to Justin, she was making lewd comments about him behind his back all night, and giving him the finger and other things of the sort, which JC hadn't seen happen whatsoever. Either way, Justin was going to walk over to her and give her a piece of his mind, because he wouldn't hit her no matter what she did or said, but JC couldn't have that happen. It had to be just a trivial thing, or a spur of the moment thing, or an ex thing.. Or something. No matter what it was, he couldn't have Justin and Britney killing each other the day before the VMAs -- or on any day actually, he just couldn't. So everytime it seemed like something was about to go down, JC would whisper something to Justin or wink at him, any little thing, and the young singer would instantly calm down and compose himself. This was becoming a second job to JC. "You look like you could use a good lay," Justin joked, wrapping an arm around JC's shoulders. "After getting a bed, a pillow, and ninety-million years of sleep," JC mumbled, yawning once again. "Ninety-million years of no sex? Oh my God." Justin faked being taken aback, glancing at JC with his mouth wide open in feigned hurt. "Jayce. I'm hurt. I don't know what to say." "Say shut up to yourself," JC mumbled again, pulling at the arm that was around his shoulders. This action brought Justin around him so the two were face to face. Justin grinned at this, raising an eyebrow in curiosity while JC tugged at Justin's hands, causing the younger man to step forward until the gap in-between them was terminated. "No.. Don't say anything at all," JC whispered, leaning in before he crashed his lips onto Justin's. Justin smiled through the kiss, placing his hands on either side of JC's face, tilting his head to the side so he had better access to JC's lips. JC put one hand on the back of Justin's neck, pulling the younger man as close as he possibly could. His other hand made it's way to Justin's chest, resting there idly before he began to play with the buttons on Justin's shirt, unbuttoning the top two. His hand then moved around to the back, going under Justin's shirt for access to the warm, tan skin hidden underneath. He brought his hand up from the small of Justin's back to the base of his neck, caressing, massaging, merely running his fingers slowly up the skin, causing Justin to arch into the touch slightly as he deepened the kiss more. Justin wasn't going to take this teasing lying down. He opened an eye to get an idea of where they were. They were behind one of the curtains near the stage, isolated from the rest of the world who were either on stage or by the lighting and sound systems. Perfect, Justin thought. His hands moved down from JC's face until they came at a stop at his hips, and he started to walk backwards toward the bathroom, which wasn't that far away, while still keeping the kiss in tact. He gently slapped at JC's ass when he wanted the older man to walk faster, and he'd receive a reply through the form of getting his lower lip bitten and nipped at softly. He hooked his fingers in the back of JC's pants which caused a slight jerk from him, and Justin had to force himself not to laugh at that. Upon making it to the bathroom, Justin pushed the door open with his back and dragged JC in just before he pulled away, taking deep breaths through red, swollen lips. "Wait," he gasped, trying to catch his breath, "I'm not through with you." Justin walked over to the small, leather couch which was placed against one of the walls, and he went to the other side of it, pushing it toward the door as fast as he could. JC moved over and went to help Justin, and the two were able to push the couch against the door and turn it so it was still useable. JC grinned widely as Justin turned around, and he reached out, placing his hands on Justin's shoulders. "Now. Where were we?" Justin simply smirked, knowing the question was rhetorical. He didn't have time to blink for JC quickly pushed him down onto the leather couch and went back to attacking Justin's lips with his own. One of JC's hands held both of Justin's up over his head while the other was slowly unbuttoning the rest of Justin's shirt. Justin grinned moving his hips up and moved to music only he could hear, grinding up against the older man above him. This caused JC to pause during his examination of Justin's abs and taut muscles, a slight shiver running through his body. Once he regained his composure, although it was hard with Justin's hips moving like that, he went back to tracing the outlines of Justin's abs before moving up to his chest, tracing a line up from his abs to the base of his neck. JC then pulled his swollen lips away from Justin's to press a loving kiss on his collarbone. "You know, I rather have you do this than attempt to kill Britney," JC whispered, pressing a few kisses from Justin's collarbone up to his throat, resting his chin on Justin's upper chest. Justin moved his head to press a kiss to JC's forehead before resting his head back against the arm of the couch, and he laid back down normally, the porn dance of his hips on pause, temporarily. "I know. I would too. But that bitch is getting on my last nerve. I don't know what happened. She's all like 'try it Justin, c'mon. Hit me baby one more time.'" "Justin! She's not saying that," JC had to laugh, "where did you come up with that?" "I didn't! It's those looks she's giving me. Like she's trying to burn a hole through my body or some shit." Justin shrugged slightly from his reclining position, freeing his hands from the hold JC had on them before placing them on top of JC's head, running his fingers through the older man's hair. "It doesn't matter, she can do or say whatever and it'll get me irked, yes, but then I'm back with you and it's like nothing happened. You erase all the shit anyone and everyone does to me." Justin finished, his voice just above a whisper. JC leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of Justin's head. "That's a good thing. Millions would have strangled you by now, if I hadn't." "Bitch!" Justin spat, shocked. He narrowed his eyes as a genuine Justin revenge grin took over his lips, and he brought his hands down and quickly reversed their positions now that JC was too busy laughing at him. His laughter was erased and replaced with a look half of shock half of curiosity. "Say that again and see what happens to you." Justin's fingers grasped JC's chin and gently tugged the older man's head up slightly to once again capture his lips in a kiss. Justin's tongue licked JC's bottom lip and nibbled on it a little, asking for entrance which JC gladly gave him. Pleased with this, Justin's hips began grinding against JC's, his free hand going up the front of the older man's shirt. "Let's see," JC spoke against Justin's lips, his hands going back to what they were doing earlier, as it seemed that JC was trying to give himself a permanent memory of Justin's abs through touch. Neither one minded this whatsoever. He started massaging them in little circles, slowly dipping lower and lower as he continued. Justin made a small sound in the back of his throat at that, delighted. He let go of JC's chin and his hand moved down to come to rest at his hip while the other was making it's own memorization of JC's body. Justin enjoyed this, for one wrong move and JC would arch his body up to meet with Justin's, and he made more delighted sounds at this. He straddled his hips and the hand on JC's hip started moving again, but was interrupted by a harsh knocking at the door. Both men groaned as they pulled their lips apart, and Justin looked up, not planning on answering or opening the door any time soon. "And if.." JC couldn't speak. He licked his red lips before looking back to Justin. "And if it's something that needs to pee now or they'll die, are we responsible?" "I'll pay for their funeral," Justin snapped, grabbing JC dirtily to shut him up, which did it immediately. JC made a sound which almost caused Justin to double over in hysterics, but he held it in. "Justin Randall, I know you're in there. I don't know how you locked the door but open it right now. I don't want to have to speak to you, so hurry up so we can end this." Justin cursed under his breath, hearing Britney's voice. "You just stay here, if she knew we were both in here I don't want to know what she'd do," Justin whispered and got up off of JC just as he nodded. He moved the couch a little, and quickly buttoned his shirt back, taking a breath before bursting out the door and blocked its entrance, so Britney would be unable to enter or even peek inside. "What." "Lance is looking for you," Britney snapped, chewing on her gum. "They want the five of you on stage, so when you see JC, tell him." "If I can find him, I will, you can go no--" "No, when you see him. I know he's in there, Justin." Justin felt his next breath die in his throat. "And I know you two are gay, so don't even try to lie to me, I'm not stupid. We're gonna make this quick, 'cause I have nothing against JC and I don't want to talk to you. BUT. You give me one more look, or one more comment, or one more retarded gesture, like a Cry Me a River two, I will get up on that stage tomorrow at admit to everyone that you two are gay and dating and screwing around. Don't think I can't, I'm co-hosting it this year." Justin felt his blood run cold. "Yeah, I know. You don't hide it well. Plus, the top button to your pants is open, and the buttons to your shirt are done wrong. See? Even if I didn't spill it tomorrow, you'd give it away yourself. How would it feel? Breaking someone else's heart. Would suck, wouldn't it?" "You sick, twisted little--" "Nope.. Remember what we said. One more anything negative to me and I'll spill. I know how neither one of you wants to come out. Would ruin both your careers. Nsync's career. I wonder how the guys would react to a public outing?" "You.." Justin's eyebrows twitched, his hands were fists by his sides, he was shaking, he couldn't breathe. His blood was boiling, heart beating double the speed it normally would. "I thought so. Now, don't do anything stupid, Timberlake. Might break his heart like you broke mine." With that, Britney winked and walked off to wherever it was she had to be next. Justin couldn't move from his spot. He stood there, shaking, before he tumbled down on the floor and cried. Cried for himself, for JC, for Chris, Joey and Lance, and because he couldn't think of a single way out of this. He just couldn't. He was too frustrated to. Taking a few moments to regain his composure, Justin stood up and wiped at his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he was crying. He then started rubbing at his cheeks and forehead, trying to give his face a light pinkish-red tinge so he could attempt to lie and say he was just really, really angry. Taking a deep breath, Justin pushed the door open and blinked, noticing that the couch was back where it was before he and JC began their make-out fest. Confused and curious, Justin slowly made his way over to the couch to see JC still laying on it, but he was fast asleep. Justin let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding and he bent down, gently lifting JC's upper body up long enough for him to sit down on the couch and lay JC back down on his lap, a hand unconsciously moving through his hair. He sighed, narrowed eyes staring forward into space, trying to think of a way out of the mess he was in. He wasn't sure if Britney would actually go through with what she said, but even if she wasn't he couldn't let her do that to him. They had been friends for so long, had they both forgotten? How could they both stoop to this level? At the current moment, Justin didn't care, he just kept his hand moving through his friend's chocolate curls, a flurry of thoughts filling his mind. His thoughts were cut short ones the bathroom door opened, and Justin's eyes widened, afraid it was someone who he didn't want to enter right now. He sighed in relief, realizing that it was just Chris who came in, an eyebrow raised once his brown eyes locked with Justin's blue ones. "Uh. Dude? Do you both realize you're in the bathroom?" Chris walked over to them, half teasing half serious. "Yeah," was Justin's only reply. "Uhhh... Can I ask why?" Justin shrugged a bit, feeling his anger return to him tenfold. "Chris, I need your help." "No, I refuse to let you two sneak off to a hotel room." "NO! You dork. It's about Britney." Chris's humorous look and tone were replaced by one of concern as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch, poking JC's legs. "What about her? You two didn't punch each other out or anything did you? The four of us were lookin' for helmets thinkin' you both were gonna kill each other." "Yeah, well, it's getting to that." "Oh shit. Well, come on. Tell Uncle Chris all about it." Chris looked to Justin again, leaning back against the couch. Justin sighed, and started at the beginning of the night, stopping a few times because Chris repeatedly had to scream that he didn't want details of Justin and JC's pre-sex. Ten minutes later, Justin took a deep breath and sunk deeper into the couch, his other hand now tracing lines on JC's cheekbone. "Stupid blonde bimbo," Chris mumbled, putting a finger to his chin in thought. "Don't worry, J, I'm the king of revenge and blackmail, leave this to me." "All right.. Thanks, Chris. But, whatever it is you think of, I so want to be a part of it. I refuse to beat her senseless although I may want to, but I can't let her think she can say this thing all the time, you know?" "Yeah, yeah. Man, what happened to you after the mouse cult?" Chris laughed a little and slapped his hand to his knee, turning his body to face Justin. "I've got it. It's frikkin' brilliant. It's genius. It's FANTASTIC. And sleeping beauty over here will love it." Justin's face was almost split in half with the 100 watt smile that came upon it. "Yeah? Well tell me, Dr. Kirkpatrick. Don't keep me waitin'." Chris cackled, running a hand through his hair as he leaned in closer to Justin and started explaining, smirking widely as Justin's features narrowed in evil thought. The two looked to each other and each extended a hand, shaking. "Dude, it's a plan." *** Justin was fidgeting around in his seat in the audience, excitement bubbling in his veins. He looked to Chris every now and then, who would look back and grin evilly. Lance and Joey looked to each other in confusion, and finally gave in, asking what the hell was going on. Chris and Justin were more than happy to oblige and explain, leaving their other two bandmates grinning madly, nodding at the idea. "Are you sure, Jup? Jace is all right with this?" Joey asked kicking at Chris's foot to stop his bouncing. "I'm positive. I want to do it. And, well.. JC doesn't know about this. Not yet, at least." Justin grinned, laughing when he saw the color drain from Joey's face. Not one of them were paying attention to what was going on in the show at the moment. "Oh, shit, he's going to kick your ass," Lance chuckled. "I figure it's okay.. But all of you are okay with this?" Justin blinked, pleased with the reaction this idea was getting. "Hell yeah!" Joey nodded, amused. "If JC doesn't have a heart attack and die on stage.. And even if he does, it'd be a pretty funny way of going down." "Joey!" Justin reached out, slapping his friend's leg. Chris and Lance laughed. "Excuse me, the four of you are requested backstage now." The four looked up to one of the stage managers, they assumed, and the five sit-ins who would hold their seats while they presented. They got up and followed the manager backstage, and make-up quickly rushed over and did a few touch ups here and there to the four of them. Justin looked around, but JC wasn't anywhere in sight. He bit his lip, but then shrugged it off, poking Lance. "Dude, I'm gonna find C. He's probably finishing up." Lance nodded, and Justin quickly went off in search of his lover. Just as he turned a corner, a door opened, and out stepped a tall brunette dressed in black leather pants, black shoes, a short, black jacket and a tight, white shirt, who nearly slammed right into Justin. "Oh, so-- J?? What are you..?" JC blinked and was answered with a giant hug from Justin, who was absolutely glowing with pride and eagerness. "God. You look hot." Justin reached a hand up, his fingers lightly going through JC's short, straightened hair. "My God. If you didn't have to go on next I would rape you right here on the floor in front of everyone." "You.. can't rape the willing," JC replied softly, grinning. "But, God, you look hot too, J." JC's eyes went up and down Justin's body, memorizing what he could. The younger singer had a pair of tight white pants, white shoes, a white jacket and a tight, black wife beater underneath. JC blinked looking Justin's outfit over one more time before looking down at himself, raising an eyebrow. "Wait.. You and I--" Justin reached out, placing a finger over JC's lips. "Shh. Listen, Lance, Joey and Chris are about to present the next act. Although you may be confused, go with it okay? And trust me. Just.. Just trust me. Promise?" JC blinked, totally, utterly, insanely perplexed, but he gave in to Justin's pleas and nodded slightly, pressing a light kiss to Justin's finger. "Okay." "Good." Justin grinned, looking over to one of the sound technicians who was walking toward them. "Everything's still set, sir?" "Yes, Mr. Timberlake." The man nodded. "We're ready to start." "So are we, thanks." Justin nodded, grinning madly. JC blinked, not beyond lost. What the hell is he doing?, he thought. He turned his head to the side a bit and stared at Justin, trying to read the look on his face, but came up empty. He sighed and gave up, shaking his head with a small, nervous smirk. "I have absolutely no idea what you're doing.. And that scares me. But, I do trust you." "Good," Justin grinned, looking onto the stage. His cool, calm yet bouncy composure was shattered once he saw Britney appear on stage, microphone in hand. Britney looked off stage toward Justin and smirked, pulling the microphone up to her lips as she took a breath. "And now, presenting the next act are Lance Bass, Joey Fatone and Chris Kirkpatrick, Nsync!" Britney moved the microphone in her hands, clapping as the three walked over to her, eyeing her down evilly, trying to play it off as if they didn't know what was about to happen. Britney smirked, pulling the microphone back to her lips, but Chris took it from her with a large grin and handed it to Joey, who was trying not to laugh at Chris's actions. "All right. The next act is two guys whose names we've never heard of, in fact we've never seen them in our entire lives." "Two? Justin. What did you do??" JC put his hands on Justin's shoulders and spun him around, gulping when he saw the beaming smirk on Justin's face. "Oh God." Lance took the microphone next. "Seriously, we're proud to say we've graced the stage with these two and are proud to call them both our brothers." Chris turned to Britney as Lance spoke, wiggling his eyebrows. "Watch how it's done, BritBrit." He gave her a toothy grin before taking the microphone from Lance, looking over behind the set. "Here's Justin Timberlake and JC Chasez!" "What did you--" Justin leaned in, pressing a kiss to JC's cheek before taking a microphone and heading to the stage. "Just watch for your single and do what you do best. Shake that ass, watch yourself." Justin winked. JC just stood there, mouth ajar, blinking. Lost couldn't even describe him right now. He watched as Justin made his way onto the stage, backwards, black fedora taking its usual spot atop his head, looking down to the microphone pressed up against his lips. "What you waiting for?" Oh no. "I know you're watching me.." Oh no, oh no. "Hey boy, come on and take me now.. What you waiting for? I know you're watching me.. Hey boy, c'mon and take me now.." Justin lifted his head, a big ass grin plastered onto his face as he looked at JC, then turned to face the audience, one hand holding the mic while the other went into the air. "Can I talk to you, for a minute? You've been lookin' all night for your shining' star.." His grin was contagious, making infamous dance steps on the stage while passing looks off stage every now and then, the grin never fading. JC couldn't breathe. He gulped and just watched him, watching as he shook his hips and performed those thrusts that killed him everytime, and the sheer evilness of Justin running a hand slowly down his body. He cleared his throat, pulling his collar away from his neck before he jumped up, feeling a pair of hands on his shoulders. "Jumpy, aren't we?" JC stumbled, turning to look at his three friends who were grinning like idiots behind him, obviously pleased. "Why do I get the feeling you three know something I don't?" Chris cleared his throat and batted his eyelashes, nudging JC's arm. "I'll never teeeeell.." JC groaned and turned his sights back on the stage, feeling his heart racing. It was now that he was getting nervous. "Boy you make me feel like I gotta dance.." Justin shimmied his hips a bit, slowly making his way closer to the side of the stage where his bandmates were. "I feel good to you, you try to hide it.. And I can tell by the way you push up close to me.. Your body temperature is arising.. Something's going down as far as I can see.." Justin ran his hand languorously down his chest and stopped at his abs before breaking down, feeling his dancers go on stage behind him. Joey slapped JC on the back as he felt him shiver due to Justin's actions, and leaned in over the older man's shoulder to catch a glimpse of JC's red face. "Man. You've got it baaaaad." "Now I know you guys know something I don't," JC gasped, blinking, unable to form a full thought. His eyes were glued onto the young singer who was basically having sex with the stage, singing lyrics which he could have sworn weren't written for him at the time, and sending stares which made his knees shake every time. This was so incredibly bad for someone who was about to go on stage next. "Take me now.. I'm hungry for your lovin'.. Show me how.. oh, you got me working, honey.. Right now.. I'm hot just like an oven.. So take me now.. Boy you make me feel like I gotta dance.." Justin started moving his hips again, feeling his blonde, curly haired dancer beside him now. He started grinding with her, raising the wife beater up a bit before running a hand down his abs slowly, the grin forming into a large smirk. JC stopped breathing. He felt himself fall forward but was caught by Lance and Joey who were both in hysterics at their friend's actions. "Jace, was weird as this is about to sound, take advantage of it, okay?" Lance said, trying not to laugh as he spoke. "Just go with the flow, trust us." "I.." JC blinked. Jayce, you're gonna FLIP, Chris thought, smiling. "Here we go, now." Justin looked up, pressing a kiss to the girl's cheek before she walked off, and he stood on the stage alone, looking back with a big ass grin on his face. He extended his hand out at arm's length, and summoned JC to come over with his finger, sweat dripping down his forehead. JC blinked and took a breath, hearing Justin's music fade off and transform into his opening music. he forced himself to calm down and grin, it was time for revenge. he pulled the microphone to his lips and headed over in Justin's direction, a menacing look taking over his face. "Traveling through galaxies on telepathic roads.. Seeing in the distance clouds of breath out in the cold.. All of my desires waiting for someone to hold, so come to me, so come to me.." JC licked his lips as he finally made it to Justin, shaking his hips to the beat as a start up. Justin's eyes lit up, did he understand what they were planning? "Lying here pretending that you're closer than you are.. Swear I heard you whispering will someone break my fall?.." JC blinked, understanding very little of what was going on, but he felt Justin grind up against him, and figured this was all they were talking about. He reached out, the back of his fingers going lightly over Justin's cheek. "Memories of kisses fill my dreams until the dawn, so come to me.. so come to me.." Justin had made eye contact with JC long ago, but had broken it for a moment to see JC's dancers, clad in white underwear and tank tops, appear behind them. This was perfect. he reached out and placed a hand on JC's chest, moving his hips to the beat, keeping in rhythm with JC's. "'Cause when I'm all alone.." JC breathed, looking down to the lower half of Justin's grinding figure. "Every single passing makes it hard for me to go.. So come to me.. So come to me.." JC's hand went out into the air and made it's way down, fingers finding their way to his throat before slowly making it's way down, stopping at his crotch; Justin nearly missed a dance step, ones that he was just making up, others harmonizing with JC's. The two looked up at each other continuing to dance together, trying to outdo each other when it came to sexy dance movements. Tried to out trust each other, out shimmy each other, everything. JC blinked as Justin leaned in a little more, pulling the microphone to his lips right as JC did. "I'm thinking of you.. Oh what can I do.." The two sang together as Justin moved his free hand back to JC's chest while JC moved his free hand to Justin's hip before attempting to pull back, but Justin's hand quickly slid down to JC's hip and pulled him closer, grinning. "'Cause when I'm all alone... I lie awake and masturbate.. I love to hear the sounds you make.. Baby here I come... Baby here I come.." Justin's hand moved back up JC's body and his fingers grasped the older man's chin, pulling him closer before he shut his eyes, his lips attacking JC hungrily, in a frenzy. JC felt his knees shake, but he knew what Justin was trying to do, as if it already wasn't obvious. He closed his eyes as well, tongue reaching out and licking at Justin's lips, Justin happily obliged as he opened his mouth, allowing entrance. Both could swear that Asia just heard Britney's shriek at the scene. Justin took this time to remove JC's jacket, and JC repaid the favor, leaving both on the floor as they continued their quick kiss. JC's hand moved down and sought revenge for Justin's actions the day before, grabbing him dirtily before the two of them pulled away, faces red, lips swollen. They looked to each other, grinning, before continuing to finish up, adding extra thrusts and grinds to the dance steps, running hands up and down each others bodies. They could hear gasps and screams in the audience, but neither cared. They could also hear their friends' catcalls and shouts, and that just heated up the moment. Hearing claps in the audience, JC continued singing and making the moans and sounds in the song, feeling Justin touching and feeling just about everywhere he could without making it a totally rated-R scene. "So come to me.. so come to me.." "God, you're hot," Justin spoke, barely above a whisper, sweat dripping down his face as it was to JC's. JC grinned and turned to face him capturing his lips once more as the last beats of the song played in the speakers. Justin pulled back and make a deep sound in his throat before grabbing JC's hand and bowing with him, pulling the mic back to his mouth. "Thanks for the thought, Brit. Didn't know you cared. Ladies and gentlemen, JC Chasez!" JC smiled brightly, panting as he squeezed Justin's hand, listening to the claps and shouts of the audience, mainly the fans, Chris, Joey and Lance. But they didn't seem to get any disapproval that they could see, there were many artists standing up and clapping for them, Justin was shocked. Shocked, but pleased. The two walked off the stage, just to be pelted with hugs and cheers from their bandmates, who were grabbing at their shirts and jackets and ran off in laughter and girly giggles, fighting over who had the better deal. "God. You were hot out there, C," Justin panted. "So were you.. Why the hell didn't you tell me you were gonna..." Justin stopped him again, covering JC's mouth with his hand. "Shh. I'll tell you later." He smiled, looking back to the stage where Britney stood, blinking in confusion. "I... I.. That.. My kiss was better, y-you didn't see that coming then!! It was.. they were.. GOD! Here's 50 Cent presenting the next award," Britney huffed, stomping off the stage. JC laughed and kissed Justin's neck before pulling up, smirking smugly. "You know? We had everybody fooled." Justin grinned, wrapping an arm around JC's waist, deciding not to tell the older man about Britney's warning from yesterday. "We did, Jace. C'mon, let's go clubbin' somewhere with the guys." "You think we're gonna get a bad backlash?" "Hey. They were the ones saying we were gay from the beginning, you saw those chatrooms back then. Besides, it's like we're a Queer Eye for the Celebrity Guy, now. Or something." "How so? We're helping other gay celebrities cope and come out better?" JC laughed and he and Justin headed toward the back exit. "Yeah. And even if we don't, it's okay. We've still got each other no matter what anybody had to say about our solo albums and the hiatus and all that shit. Screw Britney, our kiss was smokin'." JC nodded, chuckling. The two walked out of the building and saw their bandmates already waiting for them in the limo. Grinning, they both headed inside just to be pounced on by Joey and Chris as the limo headed off toward Suede while Lance turned the radio on full blast. Justin cursed and laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing JC by his shirt and pulling him up against him. "You're toxic, I'm slipping under." *** Perfect by nature Never was and never will be *** The end.
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Have you no shame don't you see me
You know you've got everybody fooled
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Have you no shame don't you see me
You know you've got everybody fooled