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jc sat quietly, sipping his margarita slowly. it was time to lay back,
he thought. relax. it wasn't very often they got entire months off
anyway.
they had decided to spend their hiatus in a little villa, in ibiza, no
less. weeks and weeks of endless partying, girls, uninhibited drinking,
girls, a beautiful beach, and more girls. and in jc's case, preferably
a little more chris.
he wasn't sure how it started, but it had all seemed so sudden. in
between rehearsals, chris would consistently insist on hanging around him,
horseplaying, punching and kicking, hugging him. jc thought it was
because he had the greatest patience of the moment. joey and lance had been
pretty much worn out after the film, and justin was just being his
bratty self. so mr. kirkpatrick had decided to take out his boundless
energy on jc. not that he was complaining or anything. matter of fact, he
enjoyed the attention quite a bit.
chris had insisted that he and jc go out more, just to spend some time
together. and so they did. movies, dinner, clubs, stuff like that. jc
would have wanted to think it was something akin to dating, but of
course, it couldn't have been. chris and i are friends, and we go out, and
that's that. at least, he thought it ended there.
eventually chris stopped being his puckish self around jc, subtly
metamorphing into a placid creature in his presence. chris had seemed more
attentive, more careful, not as active. jc almost missed the mischief.
then again, he enjoyed the attention, simple and peacable as it was.
the boy was even being somewhat protective. justin was just being his
rowdy self, messing around, commenting on how jc should eat more and how
he looked so anorexic and oh how the girls didn't like him anymore
because of it. jc laughed it off; boyband normalcy, he figured. chris,
however, thought otherwise.
"fuck off, justin. fucking self-righteous prick."
"jesus, chris, fine, i'm laying off. what the fuck got up your ass.
besides jc's dick, i mean."
chris slugged justin right there, giving him a shiner that management
macked over for ages. jc felt it was unnecessary, yet flattering. justin
sulked for a bit after, but quickly got over it after chris apologized
with a few ps2 games. chris was good at that, making everything better
again.
things got even more intense after that. chris became even more subdued
around him, opening doors, letting him walk first, occasionally
brushing his hand against his, somewhat possessively, jc liked to think. it
was pretty common knowledge that chris became relatively possessive about
people he liked liked, as joey found out.
they had gone out for dinner and drinks, just jc and joey. some
dancing, joey picked up the odd girl or two, strangely not iterested in taking
them back to the hotel. later joey had gotten a bit drunk. they came
back to the hotel and dashed into jc's suite, giggling madly as they
crashed onto the bed. and joey, being joey, initiated a kiss, which led
into some intensive tonsil-swapping. and like a perfect bad romance movie,
chris just happened to walk in.
it felt bad not having chris around that time. he had moped about and
avoided jc. communication was reduced to simple hi's and pass the
ketchup's. chris occasionally popped into jc's room, red-eyed and wilted, as
if he had something to say. he always left before jc could react.
and quick as they had been separated did the two come back together. by
some stroke of luck, the other guys were out on their own engagements:
joey meeting a friend for drinks, lance on some business, justin out
with britney for some quality time. jc and chris had to spend time with
each other. it just seemed inappropriate to leave a fellow band member
alone on a saturday night, so they borrowed a movie and watched in
silence.
they were on the couch, popcorn and beer. chris leant his head on jc's
shoulder. and the simple exchange.
"sorry, c."
"no chris. i'm sorry."
and in a flurry of hurriedly-removed clothes and flying popcorn, they
undressed and did what any two voraciously horny, loving men would do.
conversation was reduced to oh, ah, oh god oh god, and jc, suck me
please. and so they consummated lust and affection that night, and they got
together, and everything was perfect and peachy.
jc peered into his glass and swirled the half-consumed contents around.
chris had introduced him to margaritas, and he found that he enjoyed
them over other beverages. sweet, tart, ice cold, just a hint of alcohol.
when you're halfway through, the intoxication hits you out of nowhere,
and you're reduced to giggling and smiles and happy thoughts. jc loved
margaritas, mostly because they were just like chris.
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