Title: Special Kind Of Love
From the mind of: Mikee
Summary: JC and Justin have that special kind of love
Note: Ok, yeah so I like this but I don't. When ever I read it, Justin sounds young to me. I don't know. But, um, you're warned. It sucks some.
Feedback: It'd definitely be nice :o) Lil_Mikee128@hotmail.com
What they had was special. Point blank. It wasn't to be understood, just accepted.
"Justin... don't do that."
"Shut up, I can do whatever I want."
"Sometimes I want to put you over my knee and beat you."
JC decided he didn't like Justin's little chuckle. It sounded evil.
"I bet you wanna put me over your knee..."
"Oh my god, be quiet Justin. I cant... oh my goodness."
Justin smiled, a cheesy one where his teeth gleamed, blinding JC momentarily. "Joey came up to me today." Justin said, picking at his knee where a scab was currently residing.
JC looked up from his magazine. "And?"
"And asked why I was being such a brat to you lately." The blonde frowned and then lied on his back, looking up at JC with big eyes. "Do you think I'm a brat?" he asked and JC shook his head.
"Who cares if you are? If I told you yes would anything change?"
Justin laughed. "Not really."
"Exactly, now leave me alone." he chuckled and Justin rolled his eyes.
"You don't want me to leave you alone JC. You're just saying that." Justin grinned and his nose brushed against the brunette's stomach.
JC looked down, a soft smile on his face as he regarded his friend, the young blonde not knowing how true his statement really was.
JC's hands were careful, gentle and light as they smoothed over the soft skin of Justin's cheeks.
Justin sat staring at his friend with heavy eyes, his lips parted. A soft billow of air escaped him and ghosted over the brunette's own mouth.
"Justin..." he breathed as the young man leaned forward, faintly brushing his lips against the other man's.
Justin stared as his hands slipped up JC's pajama clad thighs, his fingers touching the hot skin of JC moments later, his lips pressing against the young man's again.
JC opened his mouth to the insistent tongue and shuddered as it swept through his mouth, tangling with his in a battle of lust. His hands reached for Justin's face, bringing him deeper into the kiss while the blonde's hands touched him, burned him.
They fell to the couch in a bundle of kissing and groping and whispered sighs.
"Justin, what the fuck were you thinking?!" JC yelled and then turned around, pacing again.
"Yeah, Justin that was perty... Think before you do things, alright?" Joey added but his tone was light and not at all biting, like JC's.
Justin stood up and crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. "Y'all act like yall have never gotten into fights." he said, and it was directed to JC more than it was Joey. Justin knew he was in the wrong. He shouldn't have picked a fight with the new crew member but he called them faggots and he would not stand for that.
"Justin, we lost a hard working crew member because of you. You can't do that!" JC complained and shook his head. Justin didn't like the look of disappointment on his face. It made him angry.
"He fucking called us fags! I was right there! What was I supposed to do? Just sit back and let it slide?"
Chris stepped in and put a hand on his friends shoulders. "Yes, Justin. Yes. He doesn't buy our albums. He doesn't pay for concert tickets. He doesn't like us. He doesn't know us. That's his problem. Let him be a little biggot. He has nothing to do with you." Chris answered and Justin closed his eyes.
When he opened them again it was only JC standing in the room. "But it hurt." he whispered and JC nodded.
His arms wrapped around the blonde a second later. They were warm and secure and Justin kissed the flexing biceps softly.
"Don't yell at me, JC. I was defending us! I was protecting." he stopped and looked up. "Us." A long sigh tumbled from Justin's lips shakily and JC kissed the head of curls moving underneath his chin. "I know it was childish but... he was talking about us. Fuck him if he got fired. We can always get a replacement."
JC shook his head, his arms falling to curl around Justin's waist. "But it was the moral behind it. Justin," the brunette titled his head up. "You broke his jaw. That's not cool."
Justin looked into JC's eyes a while longer before looking down, stuffing his face into JC's shoulder. "I do have one hell of a punch, don't I?" he asked chuckling and JC cracked a smile.
"You're not off the hook that easily."
Justin looked up and JC noticed that his eyes said he was.
The air was nice and warm and Justin had a fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could stay there for the rest of his life, is what ran through his mind every other minute.
"Press play." JC's voice muffled from inside his sleeping bag.
Justin chuckled and climbed out of his to lean forward, his middle finger just grazing the play button before leaning back and snuggling into the thick blanket.
They watched "Major Payne" in silence before Chris rapped on the sliding door. The two men on the patio looked up and saw a raised eyebrow and glinting brown eyes. He stepped out and crossed his arms.
"Y'all are grown men. And look at you two. Sitting outside with some sleeping bags and a portable DVD player." the older man laughed and JC looked at Justin who looked back with a grin.
"Shut up Chris." they both said flatly before turning their attention back to the movie.
30 minutes later JC was shivering and Justin opened his bag up. "Wanna come in?" he asked softly and JC blushed but crawled out of his and into Justin's and he shuddered because it was so much warmer in Justin's.
By the end of the movie Justin was curled up next to JC and they were looking at each other with soft eyes. The movie played the cheesy opening music it always played when the menu popped up but neither in the sleeping bag looked ready to do anything about it.
"JC?" Justin asked coming close, his nose brushing against the tip of JC's and the brunette didn't waste any time as he leaned forward catching Justin's lips in a wet and wanting kiss. Justin rolled onto his back as his hands squeezed JC's shoulders.
Their tongues danced and JC settled in between the young man's legs, his hand coming to lift Justin's leg up.
He broke apart from the man underneath him and started on the long smooth column of his neck instead, leaving pink blotches in his wake.
"JC, wait." and JC's head slowly rose watching the blonde's face intently, making sure he wasn't hurting him or anything.
Justin stripped off his shirt tossing it outside before his hands went to the back of JC's head, pulling him closer. "Ok, continue."
And they did.
Justin burrowed deeper into his bed. JC beside him continued to rub his friend's back soothingly.
Justin hardly ever cried anymore, but when he did the whole world felt it, or at least Nsync did. He would walk around moping for a good hour before either JC or, well JC comforted him.
Tonight had been no different. Justin had just finished watching the old home videos and had called JC, crying his eyes out about how he missed those days. About how fame has messed him up, how he wishes he could be someone else for a week.
JC came over and an hour later they had ended up in Justin's bed, Justin with his puffy eyes and his stopped up nose buried into the mattress.
JC didn't mind that Justin was spoiled and knew JC would have came when he had called earlier. He liked being mother hen sometimes.
He snuggled into the bed, Justin's head snuggling into his chest. He didn't mind at all.
"Ugh, JC!"
JC raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Justin rolled his eyes and stomped off. JC turned to Lance who was grinning. He ran after the younger one.
"Justin! What?" he asked again and found Justin traveling towards his car.
"I thought." he stopped and shook his head. "I am just being a little bitch. Never mind."
JC grabbed a hold of Justin's wrist, briefly blinded by the serious shine from his watch. "No, whats wrong?"
"I thought... you're leaving?" Justin asked and JC smiled.
"Yes, I am. I told you this already. To New York for a couple days."
"Well... I just..." Justin smiled then because he couldn't remember what he had been upset by. And his grin told JC everything.
"You forgot?" he guessed and Justin leaned forward, giving him a sweet kiss to his lips.
"You know me too well." He smiled and then gave JC's hand a squeeze. "I'll see you when you get back!" he yelled out his window as he backed out.
"Wait!" JC yelled and Justin stopped. "Pick me up at the airport?"
Justin squinted his eyes because that was dangerous and risky but once he saw JC's hopeful eyes he grinned and nodded before peeling out of the driveway.
It never went passed the kissing and groping. It didn't need to. They had each other, and that was all they needed.
Joey watched them once, perplexed as to how their relationship worked and what it was exactly.
"I don't get them, man." he whispered to Chris as he watched the couple bicker about something.
Chris shrugged. "Hell if I know."
He chuckled a minute later because now they were laughing and his grin became broader as Justin's hand rested on the inside of JC's thigh.
"They're cute." Joey commented, cocking his head to the side as JC bursted out in a fit of laughter, Justin grinning by his ear. "I bet you he told him something dirty." he guessed and Chris shook his head.
"No, he would have blushed... like right there." Chris laughed as JC turned a beautiful pink and his hands pushed Justin away and it only resulted in pulling the young blonde closer. They fell to the floor with giggles.
"They sound like a bunch of girls."
Chris watched the two, watched as Justin wiped at JC's forehead his fingers twirling around a curl. Watched as JC grinned, his hands settling on Justin's back. Watched as their lips met and felt it when they parted, their grins ready to split there faces.
"I wonder what's going on." Joey commented and Chris smiled fondly at the couple.
"Something special, that's for sure."
-Fin-