by Kenovay
He watched JC flip the pancake carelessly and swallowed. "So, you're opening for Britney!" he said brightly.
JC glanced up. "Yeah." He shrugged. "Raise my profile in the UK, you know?"
Justin grinned. "I'll be against you in next year's Brits then?"
"Nah." JC shook his head and Justin followed the dark curls greedily with his eyes. "There'll be no competition, baby."
Justin was slow to realise what JC had said, too busy mentally tracing down the line of his cheekbones, but when he did his eyes snapped to JC's. "Hey!"
JC grinned, and knuckled over his shaved head. "Hooligan," he said affectionately.
Justin tried to stir up enough venom to glare, but JC was pretty. And he was offering Justin a pancake, with a sweet smile.
Justin tugged again at his jeans, and set to eating his pancake.
