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j-lo // lizzie // sandy // tiffany
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elton
john video // gone hits R&B charts
sandy: This is because Justin and Lance watch that Elton doc all the time. And Lance kids Justin about it, but Justin does this drop dead imitation of one of Elton's diva fits and Lance isn't really kidding when he makes Justin do it over and over again because it totally turns him on, and afterwards he always fucks Justin until Justin can only say, "yeah. like that, fuck."
j-lo: Justin's doing the video because JC is a closet George Michael fan. And now, when Justin does the Gone drop to the knees in front of JC, when he's finished, Justin wipes his mouth and JC shakes his head. "Ladies and gentlemen," he says. "Mr. Elton John."
tiffany: Joey grabs Justin by the shoulder. "Yo, J." Justin pulls the headphones off his ears. "Elton John? Seriously?"
"It'll be fun," Justin says, shrugging and humming "Your Song" under his breath.
"You know -- I mean you realize that, to the rest of the world, appearing on stage with Elton John is pretty much like taking out a full-page ad in the Times to say you like it up the ass."
"Eminem was onstage with Elton, Joey."
"Yeah, exactly."
Joey sits on the couch next to Justin and Justin puts his feet up on Joey's lap.
Joey nods back to where Lance is squinting at a video monitor and jotting on a legal pad. "What's Tiny Dancer got to say about all this?"
Justin smirks and leans in. "Dude, he keeps making me sing 'Rocket Man' when we're --"
"Hey, candle in the wind," Lance says, "get your ass over here. You're still fucking up the part with the piano, look."
lizzie: They were lying on the bed, Justin watching Lance staring at the ceiling, taking pride in Lance's every slow, sated breath. He rubbed a hand up Lance's chest, hearing the crackle of the clock
radio coming back to life as he bent to kiss his neck.He felt Lance sigh more than heard it. "It's not a good idea, Just," he said, hand warm on Justin's neck.
He hummed against Lance's skin, knowing it drove him crazy, the feel and the contradiction of Justin's voice and the sun going down. "It'll be cool, baby."
"It'll raise eyebrows."
Justin looked up and lay a finger against Lance's brow, traced the line to his temple. "So?" he breathed, lips almost against Lance's skin.
"So, it's, like, a risk."
"It's not a risk." Justin smiled. "What, baby? they aren't going to think of you, okay? I mean, worse comes to worse, I'll get Brit to take out a full page ad in Rolling Stone sucking my dick, okay?"
Lance rolled over and away, and Justin's head hit the pillow as Lance slapped the clock radio into permanent silence.
no.
1, 11.15.01: "gone" has hit the R&B charts
and is getting airplay
on urban/hip-hop stations,
"which is like justin's wet dream..."
tiffany (10.04 pm): which is like justin's wet dream, so you know he's fucking lance over the back of a pool table right now with DMX on the bigscreen TV through the door, and he's saying things like, "I'm such a fucking pimp, man. fuck the pimp!"
lizzie (10.32 pm): and I'm going to say, which is like justin's wet dream, so you know he's strutting around, hard, socks, no boxers, sliding on the wood floors and whooping at Lance, lying all debauched on his bed and it isn't even half the party it was when they went platinum, but at least this time JC isn't there.
tiffany (10.39 pm): maybe we should each write another one.
lizzie (10.49 pm): which is like justin's wet dream, so you know he's already fucked lance into celebratory screaming oblivion and left him wrecked, passed out on the living room floor with BET blaring, so he can crow about his ghetto glory to the entire world from the porch, cell in hand.
tiffany (11.16 pm): which is like justin's wet dream. lance is on his knees behind where justin sits on the bed, arms over justin's bare shoulders and face buried in justin's neck, licking, and when lance leans back he snags the green bandanna off justin's stubbly head. justin wrestles him for it and when he wins turns lance on his stomach. they fuck like that, justin's back bouncing to old coolio, teeth in lance's shoulder and justin's forearm, left wrists tied together by the bandanna.