Club


It's too hot in the club, Justin's sheer black shirt clinging where it touches warm, clammy skin. The glass he holds in one hand is slick and cold, water beading and trickling between his fingers. He shifts it to his other hand, flicks out his tongue to lick at the moisture left behind, then takes a swallow of the amber liquid, sickly sweet against the back of his throat.

Someone bumps into him from behind, and there's the chink of his teeth against the rim of the glass, and a sharp sting as they sink into the soft flesh of his tongue for an instant.

"Fuck." He swipes a hand across his mouth, waves away the slurred apology from the swaying blonde at his elbow, scans the faces in the crowded VIP room for JC. Catches sight of him just across the dancefloor, arms above his head, a girl with long, dark hair dancing with him. Watches as JC, head back and eyes closed, rolls his hips to the beat, seemingly unaware of the effect he's having on his companion. She slinks forward to place her hands on his chest and leans in close, long dark hair stark against his white tshirt. JC's eyes flick open and Justin can see them glittering in the lights. Justin watches her mouth moving as she speaks to JC, watches JC shake his head and sees her perfectpretty face fall, gloss-slick mouth twisting into something ugly and feral in the splitsecond before she recovers and laughs, pale neck long and exposed.

Justin swallows the rest of his drink, feels it burning into his belly as he places the empty glass on a table near his hip. There's a hand on his arm, a mumbled, "hey- aren't you--" but he ignores it as he presses his way through the ripple of bodies, making his way to where JC is still dancing. The dark-haired girl sees him approaching and her eyes shift- Justin can almost sees the gears churning in her head- and she bares her teeth in a glitterbright smile. "Hey, baby."

"Hey." JC's head turns at the sound of Justin's voice, and he grins. Justin doesn't smile back, puts a hand on the girl's shoulder and brushes his lips against her ear. He whispers to her, and when he sees her face change, something twists razorsharp in his gut. She steps back, shrugging off his hand like it's burning her skin. Hisses "fuck you", and walks away, not looking back once.

JC's hips are against his, hands sliding up under Justin's shirt, fingers spiralling against damp skin. "What the fuck did you say to her?"

Justin dips his head, mouths JC's collarbone, then looks up and smiles, eyes bright and dangerous.

"I told her you were mine."



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