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works/195998.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Popslash, NSYNC
  Relationship:
      JC_Chasez/Justin_Timberlake
  Character:
      JC_Chasez, Justin_Timberlake
  Stats:
      Published: 2002-11-07 Words: 2196
****** The other room ******
by torch
Summary
     Wherein Justin is still annoying, JC is still sleepy, and presumably
     Chris is still sick and Lance is still snarky and Joey is still
     getting laid, but who cares.
Notes
     For Merry and for myself, and once again, many thanks to Shoshanna.
JC smiled at Lance, or rather at Lance's back as he walked out the door. He
felt a bit bad for making Lance take over sickbed duty, but if anyone could
cope with Chris the way he was now, it was Lance. Then he turned back to
Justin. "We're not going to have a pillow fight," he said.
"You're no fun." Justin pouted, but it was the small, deliberate, I'm-doing-
this-to-amuse-you one.
"No, I'm not," JC agreed. "I'm really, really tired, and I really, really need
to sleep."
He reached down to pull the pillow away from Justin, and Justin grabbed his arm
and yanked him forward and hit him over the head with the other pillow, though
not very hard. "So, sleep, then."
"Justin," JC said, from somewhere in the vicinity of Justin's knees, and
reached out and poked two fingers just under the edge of Justin's ribs. Justin
made a sound just at the upper range of human hearing, and a minor earthquake
hit the bed, and after a few confusing moments JC found himself lying under the
covers, under the pillows, and under most of Justin.
"Don't do that," Justin said, sounding a little breathless. "You know I'm
really ticklish right there."
"Really?" JC said. "I hadn't noticed. Move your elbow. Actually, move your
whole, um, you, okay, because I really want to go to bed."
"You are in bed." Justin shifted until his elbow wasn't digging in quite so
painfully, and shoved a pillow under JC's head. "Here. Sleep."
"There's a whole bed over there."
"And there's a bed right here, and you're in it."
"Yeah, but that bed over there doesn't have a kid who's all elbows and knees
and thinks pillow fights are the most fun thing ever."
Justin grew very still. Then he said, "I'm not — I don't. I mean. Anyway,
you're all skinny and bony."
"I know." JC yawned and pushed a little at Justin. "So you don't have to lie on
top of me."
"I kind of like having you here," Justin said. "Because I'm, um, scared of the
dark."
JC snorted. "No, you're not."
"No, okay, I'm not. But you're scared of the dark. When we watched those
slasher movies, you were scared to go to the bathroom, even."
"I was not," JC said. "I just couldn't see where I was going in the dark."
"Right, so we had to turn on every single light in the house."
"I have poor night vision," JC said, with dignity.
"Fraidycat," Justin said, not quite under his breath. "Anyway, that bed doesn't
have any pillows."
"Justin." JC yawned. "Do you want me to sleep here, with you?"
"Um. Yes."
"Okay. Just let me get out of my jeans, okay?" JC sat up and wiggled a bit,
struggling with the button fly. He got the jeans off and threw them on the
floor. Boxers and a t-shirt would be fine to sleep in. "No pillow fights," he
said and settled back down.
He wasn't really sure why he'd gone from sharing a big bed with Chris to
sharing a small bed with Justin, but at least Justin wasn't going to cough all
night. Justin was actually pretty nice and warm to lie next to, and he smelled
nice, and he wasn't throwing used tissues everywhere.
"No pillow fights, yeah." Justin wriggled a bit, and JC tensed up, waiting for
a pillow to come flying, but Justin settled with his head on JC's shoulder and
his arm around JC's waist. JC wondered if he could reach to turn off the light
with Justin lying on top of him, and then he closed his eyes, and then it
didn't seem to matter.
The light was still on when he woke up a few hours later. JC untangled himself
from Justin's arms and Justin's legs and Justin's hair and the covers and
padded towards the bathroom. He peed and flushed and tried to remember if he'd
brushed his teeth or not, and he couldn't, so he rinsed his mouth and yawned
and went back out. Out of habit he took an extra big step right at the door and
stumbled on the JC-trap that wasn't there and bumped his shoulder on the
doorframe.
"Ow," he muttered. Justin made an interrogative sound from the bed. JC rubbed
his shoulder and turned out the bathroom light. "Shh, it's just me. Go back to
sleep."
He went to the bed and got under the covers and just had time to turn the light
out before Justin was wrapped around him again. It was kind of nice, actually.
For a while there after he'd come back from LA, Justin had sneaked into his bed
every night, and it had been kind of embarrassing, to be comforted by someone
who was really just a kid, but it had been pretty nice, too, and he'd felt a
lot warmer and slept a lot better. So this was comfortable, and familiar, and
he was just drifting off again when Justin licked his throat.
JC sat bolt upright, banging his collarbone painfully against Justin's chin,
and the pillows fell to the floor. "What." He fumbled towards the light switch,
but couldn't find it. "Justin. What?"
"Don't turn on the light," Justin said very quickly, sounding a lot more awake
than JC felt. "I'm sorry. I. Um. I'll go sleep in the other bed." He started to
hitch himself down towards the foot of the bed, rather than climb over JC.
"Wait." JC reached out and grabbed Justin's shoulder. "Wait, wait... what was.
Why did you do that?"
Justin's shoulder was tense and shaky under JC's hand. "Just forget it, okay?"
He sounded miserable, so JC did what he always did when Justin sounded like
that; he pulled Justin into a hug and rubbed his back. "Hey," he said. "You
kinda, well, took me by surprise. Did I hurt you?" Justin was silent. "Cause my
collarbone kind of hurts, so I thought maybe your chin."
"No," Justin said, sounding a little muffled against JC's shoulder. "No, my
chin doesn't hurt."
"Okay. Good." JC stroked Justin's hair. After a moment he asked, "Was this like
some kind of thing almost like a pillow fight, only with licking instead?"
"No." Justin pulled back. It was too dark to really see his face. "Look, I'll
just. I'm gonna go sleep in the other bed and we can just. You can just forget
this ever happened." He shifted his shoulder as though he were trying to
dislodge JC's hand. "Just a freaky dream or something."
"Wait," JC said again. Justin's shoulder, under his hand, felt a lot different
than it had just a couple of years ago. Justin now took up a lot more room in
the bed than Justin then. "Like. Um. I'm still really tired and I don't know
what to say but I don't want you to go away and be all, all, whatever, and can
we just sleep now and talk about this tomorrow?"
Justin made a small sound that had something of incredulous laughter in it, and
JC smiled.
"You're not mad?"
JC yawned. "No." He lay back down and tugged at Justin until Justin lay back
down, too. JC draped an arm over Justin's chest. There was a lot more of it,
these days. "Just, you know. Warn me next time, or something." He closed his
eyes. "Night."
When JC opened his eyes again, it was light outside, and Justin was drooling on
his shoulder. He craned his neck and tried to find out what time it was, but
Justin's watch was upside down on the bedside table and his own watch was in
the other room. He flexed his fingers. The arm Justin was lying on was going
numb. Justin was really kind of heavy.
Justin had licked him. JC decided that if it was light outside and he was awake
and not desperate to go back to sleep again, it couldn't be all that early, and
Lance might come back for his clothes soon. He poked at Justin. Justin snuggled
closer and started to snore, very quietly. JC pinched Justin's nose.
"'nother ten minutes," Justin mumbled.
"No," JC said. "Wake up."
"Don' wanna."
"We're going to talk." JC pushed much harder at Justin's shoulder, and Justin
rolled back and tugged JC along. He was getting pretty strong, and now JC's
nose was mashed against Justin's shoulder. Justin made another snoring sound.
JC licked Justin's throat.
"It would totally be your own fault if I pushed you out of bed now," Justin
said shakily. "That's, C, that's just not fair."
JC thought about this. "You want to lick me," he said tentatively. Justin's
head moved, and JC decided it was a nod. "Where? I mean, why?"
"Everywhere, okay?" Justin said, and now his voice was shaky-snarly. "Look,
just, can we please just forget this, all of it?"
"My feet are pretty gross," JC said, rubbing his thumb over the hollow in
Justin's throat. "So you probably don't really. And, um. This is weird."
"I know," Justin said. JC felt him swallow. "I know that I'm just, to you, I'm
still just this kid, and—"
"No," JC said. He lifted up on one elbow and looked into Justin's face. "No,
it's weird that I only just realized that you're not a kid any more. Not like
you were, anyway."
"I'm — not?"
"No," JC said, still a little surprised. "So what I think is." He touched his
thumb to Justin's lower lip. "Maybe we could work up to the licking thing.
Like, gradually."
Justin looked completely shocked for about three seconds, and then he was
wrapped around JC, holding him so tight JC thought his ribs would crack, and
saying something into his shoulder, but JC could only make out, "...you."
Then Justin fastened his mouth on JC's throat and sucked, and JC realized that
Justin probably didn't know what "gradually" meant.
But that was okay, too.
More than okay, because Justin felt very warm and friendly and right, pressed
up against him. JC stroked his hand down Justin's back and up again under
Justin's pajama top, feeling smooth, hot skin. He traced his nails lightly
along Justin's spine, and Justin shuddered against him. JC tipped his head back
in invitation, and Justin licked all over his throat, tiny little cat licks.
"I didn't know you had this thing," JC said, stretching slowly and luxuriously.
"About licking." He pressed closer to Justin, and that felt, mm, even through
his boxers and Justin's pajamas, that felt really good.
Justin gasped. JC nudged Justin's head to one side and started to do a little
licking of his own. He ran his tongue over the curves of Justin's ear and felt
the shivers like music. Tugging at the hem of Justin's t-shirt, JC worked it up
as high as he could, and then Justin tugged it off and started to pull at JC's
t-shirt, too.
That seemed like a good idea. JC stripped his t-shirt off and tossed it off the
floor, and worked his boxers over his hips and kicked them towards the foot of
the bed under the covers. When he looked at Justin, Justin looked a little
nervous, so JC reached for him and pulled him close. Warm, warm skin. JC ran
his hand down Justin's side and down under the waist of his pajama pants, and
Justin moaned as JC wrapped a hand around his cock and started to stroke.
"Oh, God," Justin whispered, "oh God, oh...." He held on to JC's shoulder so
hard, his nails were digging into the skin, and his eyes were closed and his
mouth open, tongue peeking out just a little. JC grinned and stroked faster. It
was a bad angle, but he didn't think that was going to matter, and he was
right; a few moments later, Justin keened wordlessly, slammed his hips forward,
and came.
JC petted Justin's hip, wiping his sticky fingers on Justin's pajama pants.
Justin opened his eyes. He looked completely dazed and very satisfied.
JC took one of Justin's big, strong hands in his own and put it against his
chest, pushed it lower. "Touch me," he said.
Justin nodded. He trailed his fingers down JC's belly until his knuckles
brushed against JC's cock, and then he touched that, too, with just his
fingertips, and JC gritted his teeth and decided he would wait a little before
he said anything, and then Justin's hand closed in a firm grip and JC forgot
about things like words. He arched into Justin's stroking hand, making a
pleased sound in the back of his throat. Like that, and like that, and just
like that, and faster, and
just
like
that.
"Wow," Justin said. JC sighed contentedly. He moved closer, pressing up against
Justin's wonderful soft warm skin, and thought about going back to sleep. Then
he opened his eyes and looked at Justin's face, at Justin's sweet, uncertain
smile.
"Wow," he agreed. He kissed the edge of that smile, and Justin tilted his head
and met JC's mouth with his own. "Next time," JC said against Justin's lips,
"next time, more licking."
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