Part 3


Joey decided to go clubbing, so naturally Lance was going to go with him. The guys went round asking the others if they wanted to come. Chris said ‘why the hell not!’ and Justin was debating internally when they asked JC.

“JC do you wanna come clubbing?”

Everybody expected a ‘no’, they were so confident of a ‘no’ that when the answer was ‘yeah sure’, jaws visibly dropped and there was a certain amount of gaping.

“Really? You don’t have to come”

“Justin don’t you want me to?”

“Yeah but I guess we just assumed that you’d want to stay in”

“Well I don’t, I’m sick of being alone and unhappy. I’m going to get drunk”

They went off to their own rooms to get ready and to start the drinking process. They always liked to be a little drunk when they went out, it was a trait they had picked up in England, when just as they were getting started all the bars closed, and if you didn’t get your drinking done fast then you were sober at the end of the night and that’s a bad place to be. (Note: This is actually true, bars close at 11pm!)

They congregated in Lance and Joey’s room, all a little merry and giggly and all looking pretty damn hot, at least that’s what Justin had proclaimed when he looked at the rest of the guys. JC was the last to arrive and when he did the entire room went silent. It wasn’t what he was wearing which was pretty standard leather pants, tight shirt. It was the fact that he was wearing make up and was already very drunk. He had on glitter eye make up and eyeliner and sparkled in the artificial light.

“Are we going or what?”

Everybody looked at everybody else until Justin spoke.

“Jace, you can’t go out like that”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want”

“You’re in a boy band JC you can’t wear glitter make up”

“I can and I am so deal with it”

Justin shrugged and they made their way down to the lobby. The fans looked a little confused but they didn’t react badly although Justin tried to keep JC away from them as much as possible. There was a pretty rough moment when JC kissed a girl, who was clearly about 15 on the lips, and the others thought it best to go quickly. The girl in question almost fainted and was left with a little glitter on her cheek.

They got into the limo and Joey took Lance’s hand, he began stroking his fingers and wrist but when he bent his head to kiss Lance’s fingertips JC spoke.

“Stop it, I don’t wanna see that shit right now”

Lance looked hurt and took his hand away from Joey, there was confusion on the Italians face and he looked at Lance for an answer.

“JC what is you fucking problem?”

“Nothing”

“Don’t give me that. I know you’re not homophobic, not with all that crap on your face. So what is it? Huh?”

“O.K. it’s you two, all over each other, ALL the time give it a fucking rest or get a room”

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were jealous”

There was a sharp intake of breath from the rest of the guys as they sat in silence waiting to see how this was going to come out.

“Fuck you”

“Not in a million years”

They sat in silence for the rest of the way and when they arrived at the club Lance and Joey went on ahead which gave Justin a chance to talk to JC.

“I think you should apologize to Joey”

“I know Justin but I can’t”

“He doesn’t know what’s going on, it’s not his fault and it’s not fair to blame him just because he has Lance”

JC looked shocked that Justin had actually at last said Lance’s name and given it to him so bluntly, he looked hurt for a second and his black lined eyes looked in danger of watering, but then he just grinned.

“I’m going to the bar”

JC walked off in the direction of the bar and Justin went over to find Lance, Joey and Chris. The night passed relatively quickly and Justin had a good time although he didn’t see JC much, the older man always seemed to be elsewhere. When it was time to go they started to look for JC.

“I’m just going to the bathroom”

Justin walked over and swung the door open, he saw a familiar looking boot and as he rounded the corner of the first cubicle, he let out a little shout. JC was on his knees in the service of some random guy who was moaning and has his fingers tangled up in JC’s hair. At the sound of Justin, JC took his mouth away from the other mans penis and looked at him, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, kissed the other man on the lips and turned back to Justin.

“What do you want?”

Justin was incandescent with rage, he shoved the guy who was now smirking at one of their bodyguards and said

“Do something with him”

He turned back to JC and for the first time in his life he hit JC. As his fist connected with JC’s jaw he knew that this would be a turning point for the band, they couldn’t go on like this anymore. JC fell backwards clutching his face, blood pouring from his lip; he tentatively reached out his tongue and tasted it. He smiled at Justin, which just made him madder.

“How dare you play with our careers like that! You can’t just suck off some stranger in a club, like it or not you are JC Chasez and I’m sick and tired of your behaviour”

Justin’s voice softened.

“Look I know you’re hurting but please I can’t take much more of this”

“I’m glad you hit me I deserved it”

“No you fucking didn’t, you just don’t get it do you? We love you and it’s tearing us apart to see you like this. You’re worth more than this”

JC hummed ‘It’s Tearing Up My Heart’ under his breath and Justin sighed.

“Come on we have to go back, what are we going to tell the other guys?”

“Just say that guy hit me”

Justin ran his thumb along JC’s bottom lip

“Please baby try to stop this, for me if not for yourself”

JC looked quizzical

“…Baby?”

Justin laughed and they walked out of the bathroom, hurried to the limo and bypassed the fans in the lobby. The other guys looked at Justin silently demanding to know what was going on. Justin just mouthed ‘tomorrow’ and went in to his room.



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