"What are you wearing? You have another shirt here somewhere, right? Tell me you aren't going to the Teen Choice Awards like that, JC." Justin half pleaded, his eyes shooting from JC's face to his chest and seemed to not want to leave there.

JC quickly and self-consciously glanced down at his shirt. He tugged and smoothed the too tight t-shirt over his chest and flat stomach. "What's wrong with it? It's the Teen Choice Awards, Justin, not the Grammies. We can go casual."

"Exactly! Look at that thing. You might as well not even be wearing it. We're gonna walk in and there'll be a stampede of hormonal teenage girls." Justin groaned, shaking his head in exasperation and then biting his lip hard when his eyes locked onto those damn nipples again.

JC frowned down at his shirt once again and turned toward Chris. "It's not really that bad, is it?"

Chris cast Justin a devious smirk. "Nah, it looks hot. You look good, man. Those little girls in there are gonna be so busy drooling they'll forget how to stampede."

Justin snorted. "So instead of running for our lives we'll be swimming in drool. I'm glad I didn't wear my new green Dolce & Gabana shirt."

"That thing deserves to be drowned." Chris retorted, and grinned at JC as he chuckled gleefully.

"Fuck you." Justin laughed leaning across the space in front of him and smacking the side of Chris' head.

Chris swatted at Justin's hand. "Back off, child. Don't make me get the lovers of the FKA to take care of you."

Justin rolled his eyes and turned to JC. "Why in the name of god did you let Joey tell him about that?"

"Hey I didn't let Joey do anything. Joey keeping a secret is about as likely as Eminem putting out an album that doesn't diss us." JC said, not even bothering to look up at Justin as he still tugged and smoothed his shirt.

Chris turned to JC beside him and slapped at his hands. "Leave the shirt alone. It's nipplicious."

"Hey!" JC shrieked smacking away Chris' hand as it reached up and pinched his nipple.

Justin quickly shot Chris a dirty look. And damn if his eyes didn't have a mind of their own. Those damn nipples were going to be the death of him yet. His tongue slipped out to run along his bottom lip and he groaned quietly in the back of his throat. The nipple that Chris had pinched seemed to be about to poke a hole through the thin material covering it. "You seriously need to put something on over that." He said before pressing his head back against the seat and throwing his arm across his eyes.

"Hey we're here already." JC said, jumping anxiously to his feet before the car had even stopped.

Chris being Chris gave JC a slight shove as if to move him out of the way. JC lurched forward and sprawled over the top of Justin. Of course those damn nipples were right at eye level.

Justin groaned and moved his hands up to JC's hips. He gently but swiftly moved JC back warding off temptation.

"Sorry." JC said, smiling down and smoothing his hand over Justin's short curls.

"'S ok." Justin muttered, sliding to the side and pushing JC a little more toward the door.

~*~

Justin was pretty sure that Access Hollywood, Entertainment Tonight, and anyone else covering the red carpet for the Teen Choice Awards would be talking about how rude he is. He really didn't mean to be. It's just that every person that stopped them to talk would look at Justin, JC, and then at JC's shirt, where they stayed for the duration. Nobody even seemed to notice when Chris grabbed the microphone from the ET person and blew kisses and shouted his thanks to the fans of the FKA. Justin was sure all eyes would be on Chris once he proceeded to turn toward the camera and give the world a shot of the FKA. But no, even the camera seemed to be focused on those damn nipples.

JC stopped to talk with a reporter from some magazine that Justin had never heard of. The man told JC that Wile E. Coyote was one of his nephew's favorite cartoon characters. Of course the man's eyes were latched onto JC's chest. Those damn nipples to be exact. JC grinned widely and said that yes that was his favorite too.

Justin latched onto JC's arm and his eyes shot daggers at the man. "Come on, JC. You know we don't have time to stop for just ever little rag we come across."

"That was so rude, Justin." JC hissed swatting at the hand wrapped around his arm.

Justin gaped at JC. "I cannot believe you. You come here, to an awards show that millions of children will be watching dressed like a... a male whore and you have the audacity to lecture me about manners."

Chris stepped between his two glaring friends and turned to Justin pleadingly. "Can I sit in the end seat? I know you always sit there, Justin, but if I sit there I'll have to get up every time somebody wins to let them out. Come on, Justin, you know you wanna let me. The fans of the FKA will be forever grateful if they get a shot of my ass every time there's a winner from our row."

Justin shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dude. Who am I to deprive the people of their FKA?" He said with a snort.

"This way please, Gentlemen." The usher said, interrupting Chris' FKA dance which JC and Justin both found quite frightening.

~*~

Justin's eyes rarely rested on the stage during the whole awards show. JC sitting beside him turned out to be a huge distraction. He was constantly fidgeting with that too tight shirt. He'd pull it down tight across his chest and stomach and then of course have to smooth it with his hands. Justin vowed to himself that shirt would never be worn in public again.

Justin had managed not to draw attention to his obvious distraction until they were on stage with Nelly accepting their award. They walked up to the podium single file and Nelly was standing between JC and Justin, which suited Justin just fine. That is until Nelly happened to notice JC's shirt.

"Aiight, we needed this here award 'cause it's gotta sell more albums. 'Cause this boy right here, he's gon' go and get a new shirt cause those things right there. They gon' be pokin' a hole in the one he's got on now." Nelly said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around JC and pointing at his chest.

Justin stepped behind Nelly and in between him and JC. "Maybe he can borrow a band-aid to patch up the holes." He said, smiling tightly and pressing a hand to the small of JC's back.

Chris practically leapt forward grabbing the microphone and interrupting the reply Nelly was about to give. "Oh wait! I gotta send a shout out to the FKA crew! What's shaking, ladies?" He shouted, jumping in front of the podium and turning to shake his ass at the camera.

They heard someone to the side of the stage whispering about time and that they needed to wrap it up. Justin and JC each moved toward Chris and grabbed an arm. They pulled him backstage with him protesting and shaking his ass the whole way. Nelly followed his face a mix of horror and amusement.

~*~

"Thanks for defending me out there, Jus." JC said, sneaking up behind Justin backstage and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Justin squirmed out of JC's embrace. "Yeah, no problem. But I did warn you about that damn shirt." He pointed out.

"I still don't see anything wrong with it." JC pouted and smoothed the shirt over his torso for the millionth time that evening.

Justin rolled his eyes and looked at JC's face - not the hands running over his chest and those damn nipples. "Ok then, what would you say if I were to go out wearing a shirt like that? Better yet, wearing that shirt?"

JC's eyes roamed over Justin's chest and then down his arms. He swallowed hard and then met Justin's eyes. "You'd be mauled before you even left the car."

"Which is exactly what would've happened to you if I weren't right beside you the whole time growling like a rabid dog." Justin hissed, frowning at a one of the stagehands eyeing JC.

JC laughed and rolled his eyes. "You're nuts. People don't mob me the way they do you. It's just a shirt, Justin." He said and walked away.

Justin leaned back against the wall groaning. He rubbed his face roughly with both hands. Hot breath wafting across his face startled him and his head whipped to the side. "I knew when you dumped me if was for someone else. Someone with better tits than mine. Because let's face it, Justin, no matter what you say you've always been a tit man. I just never expected it to be that kind of tits."

Justin cocked an eyebrow and frowned at his ex-girlfriend. "What are you talking about, Britney?"

"JC." Britney said, smiling coyly.

Justin shook his head. "You're crazy. We broke up because we'd drifted apart. We never saw each other anymore. It just wasn't working. Not because of someone else. And especially not because of JC. Did all of that silicone finally spring a leak and give you some kind of brain damage?"

"Fuck you, Justin. It's saline. And you do want JC. You were salivating like a lion on the scent of fresh meat." Britney grinned broadly.

Justin snorted. "You're whacked. I wasn't salivating. I just can't believe he wore that shirt out in public."

"Oh I know you were bothered by the shirt. Hot and bothered. You couldn't keep your eyes off his chest. You nearly picked a fight with Nelly on stage because he mentioned that shirt. You'll have JC out of that shirt and on his back before you even get back to your hotel. I'd be willing to put money on it." Britney said with a laugh and skipped off to finish getting ready to perform.

Justin turned around facing the wall and banged his forehead against it a few times, before going to find JC and Chris.

~*~

The rest of the show went off pretty much without a hitch. Chris insisted once again on sitting in the aisle seat so that the FKA crew wouldn't be deprived.

"You guy's wanna hit that party Nelly was telling us about?" Chris asked as they were climbing into the limo.

JC shook his head. "I don't think so. I'm not in the mood for that kind of party tonight. Sorry." He said.

"What about you, Justin?" Chris asked as Justin climbed in last.

"No." Justin growled climbing onto JC's lap.

JC swatted at the hands tearing at the bottom of his shirt. "What are you doing, Justin?"

"Goddamn shirt." Justin mumbled pulling and tugging on the shirt that didn't seem to want to come off.

"Justin." JC shrieked, as he head the seam in the shirt splitting.

Justin growled deep in his throat and tore the rest of the shirt away. "Fuck." He hissed just before his mouth latched onto a nipple.

Protest and all rational thought left JC as Justin began to grind in his lap. His fingers slid through the short-short curls pulling that hot wet mouth impossibly closer.

"Christ, I knew this was coming but I didn't think he'd do it before the hotel." Chris grumbled fumbling with the door of the car that had thankfully not started to move yet.

Justin's head flew up as light entered the car from the open door.

"Don't mind me. I'm just gonna go ride with Brit." Chris said climbing out of the car.

"Shut the fucking door." Justin hissed.

Chris slammed the door.

JC leaned sideways and slid down to lay in the seat. His legs spread and Justin slipped in between them.

Justin's lips closed over the same nipple again. He sucked it into a hard bud and nipped it lightly with his teeth. His hand came up to pinch at the neglected nipple.

JC moaned arching into Justin. One hand curled around Justin's shoulder and the other pushed Justin's head to the other side of his chest.

Unfortunately the car was still stuck in traffic in the parking lot. The door was yanked open and Chris climbed in with his hand over his eyes. "Ok, boys. I couldn't find Britney. You're stuck with me until the hotel. Now can you knock that shit off just until then?"

Justin turned glaring at Chris. "NO!" He growled and everything else was muffled by JC's mouth covering his.

Chris sighed. "Fine. Lance has left me alone so long that I was gonna go back to the hotel and order some porn anyway. I'm sure live will be so much better." He said, stretching out in the seat and making himself comfortable.

JC struggled to sit up while pushing Justin off of him. "Oh hell no!"

"Jaaayceeeee...." Justin whined attempting to push JC back down onto the seat.

JC shook his head pushing Justin away. "Uh uh no way. He is not watching. I don't mind a little kink here and there and exhibitionism can be hot as fuck but no way am I doing it with him watching."

"What? Why? Just ignore him. Forget he's there." Justin said leaning in toward JC.

"Forgetting Chris is here is like trying to ignore a monkey on crack. He'd never shut up and ruin the whole mood. Let's just wait until we get back to the hotel." JC suggested, taking the hand reaching for him into both of his and holding it tight.

Justin frowned at Chris. "You suck. I hope Lance meets some big studly Russian brings home some nasty venereal disease to you."

Chris grinned mischievously, "Lance wouldn't do that. He'd never do anything to hurt the fabulously fine Kirkpatrick ass." He said turning in his seat and shaking it at his friends.

JC groaned into Justin's neck. "Are we there yet?"


THE END