“J! C!” Justin screamed out the two letters at the top of his lungs. His voice reached so high, he sounded like a mouse high on helium.
“Jus! Tin!” JC replied back loudly. He didn’t know what was up with his pissed off boy and if it was going to cut into his show time, then he didn’t want to find out.
Justin animatedly rolled his eyes and stomped his Dior sneaker clad foot on the marble floor once more. “Damn it! It’s no time to get snippy! My Escalade won’t start!”
JC blinked once. Then he opened his mouth to say something then closed it. He turned his head to look at he and his boyfriend’s various awards. Yup, he was still JC Chasez and Justin was definitely Justin Timberlake. They were currently in the mega group *Nsync, so obviously he wasn’t in some fucked up dream world like Buffy. And damn it Justin is going to cut into his show.
“Justin,” JC started out slowly, “Honey, you have like ten other cars. So why don’t you drive one of them?” He figured that it would be obvious to the blond but then again Justin was a blond, so JC might just have to point out the obvious.
Justin threw his Louis Vuitton bag on the floor and hissed. “Look at me damn it!” He threw his hands on his hips.
“I am looking at you,” JC said and snuck a glance at the television. ‘Buffy’ was back on and he wanted Justin gone. Pronto.
“Then obviously you see my outfit.” Justin folded his arms and tapped his foot rapidly on the floor. He watched JC’s every move.
“Uh huh,” JC nodded but his focus was really on the show. Willow was getting ready to do some major hocus-pocus and he liked the little redhead lesbian witch. She was snarky and cool with a hint of geek just like JC. Or so he liked to think of himself.
“I’m going for hip hop chic today, Baby! See I have my Dior sneakers and Phat Farm jeans. And my Fubu sweatbands. Are you listening?!” Justin stomped his foot once again for good measure.
JC cursed under his breath as he watched Willow levitate off the floor and turned to his lover. “Yes Fubu sweatbands. I’m listening.” He pouted as he heard some vampire getting their ass kicked by Buffy behind him on the screen.
“Well my Escalade isn’t turning on and I need it to complete the vibe I’m going for, damn it.” Justin shook his head with every word he said, reminding JC of a damn chicken.
“What is it? Spoiled?” JC mumbled under his breath.
“What? You better watch what you say JC or you’ll be cut off from diving into my ass for a whole week!” Justin snapped his fingers for good measure, his inner flame burning like a fucking bonfire.
JC doubted Justin could go without his magic stick for so long but he let his little diva spout his hot air for now. He wanted to get back to his show. “Ok. Sorry. So why don’t you drive another car?”
“JC! Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said?” He pointed to his feet, “Dior!” He pointed to his legs, “Phat Farm!” He pointed to his chest, “Sean John!” Then to his head, “Fubu!” and to his wrists.
“Yes, Justin. I understand you are all into the labels today.” JC didn’t see the need of having to listen to his boyfriend spout off the designer clothes he wore. If he really were interested, he’d look in Justin’s endless closets. But that wasn’t the case.
“God damn it!” Justin flailed his arms in the air, nearly hitting his nose with his hyper swings. JC giggled but stopped when Justin glared. “Get your head out of your ass, Joshua!”
“You know that’s not humanly possible.” JC wondered about his boyfriend sometimes. He quickly moved his eyes to watch Spike, Buffy’s vampire lover stroll onto the screen. He loved him too. Maybe he could have a daydream with Spike, Willow and him. That would be totally hot. JC continued to ponder the vamp, witch and singer action.
Justin seemed to be floating off the floor from his major hissy fit. “Shit! Cocksucker! Bitch! Motherfuck! Ass! Bullshit!” He jumped wildly off the floor and punched the air.
JC sat and watched his boyfriend foam at the mouth. This was almost better than ‘Buffy’. Almost. “Um Justin? Weren’t you going out?” He didn’t understand the need for all the dramatics.
“JC! I have to spell everything out for you, don’t I? I’m going for hip-hop chic hence all of my thugged out gear. So I have to drive my tricked out ride cause, duh, it completes the entire vibe I have going on!” Justin pointed in the air as he clucked, talked, same thing.
JC took all of his strength to not shrug at Justin’s declaration. Somehow he figured it wouldn’t go over too well and one of them might have to be picked up off of the floor. So he looked at the spot Justin kept pointing to, which was currently his headbands. “Ok but you’re only going to Taco Bell. Shit, through the fucking drive thru no less.”
“Don’t you curse at me! I know where I’m going but I have to look perfect.” Justin rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth.
“For the drive thru worker? Is he cute or something?” Cause none of this was making sense.
“First of all,” Justin actually held up his index finger, “She’s a she. So definitely a big no.” Then added his middle finger to stand with his index finger, “Second of all,” he paused for added drama, “I would never try to mack on a drive thru worker. I have Grade A quality meat at home, excluding the person who’s connected to it cause he’s pissing me off right now.” He added his ring finger to the bunch, “And most importantly, my hip hop vibe is ruined.”
Yes, JC knew that. “Yes. I know that but if you just drive another one of you cars-”
Justin held out his hand, “Don’t start.” He lowered his hand down and stared at his boyfriend. “You’re bi.”
JC knew this already. And since Justin just announced it, the blonde knew it too. What was with the sudden revelation? “Yes I am.” He nodded slowly for emphasis.
“Well,” Justin raised a hand in the air and swished it toward the back of the house. “My Escalade’s waiting.”
JC didn’t catch on. “For?” He asked in slow motion.
“To get fixed,” Justin sighed heavily and sashayed to where his bag laid. He picked it up and turned to leave the room but JC had turn back to the television.
Justin widened his eyes in shock and nearly threw his recently retrieved bag back on the floor. “Unbelievable!”
“What? I’m bi. Your Escalade is waiting. I heard you. I don’t get where you’re going with this but I heard you.” JC told Justin while watching his show with his eyes only on the screen.
“JC, pay attention!” Justin didn’t say anything until JC had turned his head away from the screen. “You’re bi so you should be able to fix the car.”
“Are you fucking serious?” JC screeched. That was the most…the most…shit he couldn’t even begin to describe the utter stupidity of that statement. “Because I’m half straight, I’d automatically come with shock plugs and a wrench in hand?”
“See I don’t know what a sock plug is-”
“Shock plug,” JC corrected.
“See?” He clapped his thigh. “So get to it Mister.”
“You are so wrong.” JC shook his head. “Not all straight men know how to fix cars. And just cause you’re gay and don’t know jack shit about cars, doesn’t mean that there aren’t gay men who can fix them.” Sometimes he had to truly wonder about Justin’s logic.
“Yeah but your half and half so there must be some gasoline pumping in your veins. Lord only knows why you even like women.” He shuddered. “There must be some added benefit. So like I was saying, my SUV is waiting.”
“Justin, I know jack shit about cars. Plus I’m watching Buffy. So you’re talking to a dead end here. And you mean to tell me for all those years you were dating Britney, you didn’t once tap that always willing, always free ass?”
Justin almost dry heaved. “Ew. Never. I wouldn’t dare think about it.”
“Not even think about it once?” JC raised an eyebrow. Well ‘Buffy’ wasn’t going to be watched and savored today, might as well make the most out of it.
“No. Why? Did you?” Justin scoffed.
JC didn’t answer. After thirty seconds of silence, he tried to discreetly turn his head away.
“JC? Oh my God. Why?” He cringed. That was the most unholy of thoughts ever. JC and Britney…together, just…no.
“Hey man you can’t fault me. I never sampled anyway. No matter how many times she offered.” He quickly changed the subject when he noticed Justin’s frown line coming back into place. “But yeah, take another car.”
“No. Why don’t you fix it?”
“Have you ever seen me tinkering under the hood of a car? You know I would never want any of the grease to come in contact with my skin. Just call a mechanic Justin, I don’t know why you are being so stubborn.”
“You’re such a girl, JC.”
It was JC’s turn to scoff. “I’m the girl?” Was he hearing correctly?
“Yeah, try to be a man and fix my car.” Justin folded his arms and pouted. “You’re ruining my hip hop chic.”
JC continued to mutter, “I’m a girl, eh?” under his breath as he stood up from the sofa he was sitting on. He unzipped the worn jeans he was wearing and pulled out an impressive full erection. Justin’s arms fell to his side. JC didn’t say a thing as he pushed his pants down and stroked himself. He could practically see the wheels turning in Justin’s head. JC raised an eyebrow as a challenge to Justin. He already knew Justin would readily accept. He stroked and moaned a little for good measure. Justin dropped on all fours and crawled, crawled on his damn hands and knees to suck on his prize.
So when JC had his hand threaded in Justin’s headbands and short curls, pushing the bobbing head further on his dick, he had the immense pleasure of grunting out, “Bitch.”
So really who was the girl now?
The End