by Kenovay
Before the "hiatus" - even in Chris' head it had little quotation marks around it - Chris had rarely had a chance to watch JC on stage, of course. Glancing at him out of the corner of his eye as they danced next to each other wasn't the same as this, as slipping into a seat into the huge stadium and just watching, fighting the urge to scream along with the teenies.
Afterwards, Chris would slip backstage, he knew, and kiss JC, and JC would look shiny and pretty. And he would say "Here again?" and Chris would nod. Only he knew that the concerts drew him like a moth to a flame. Because JC was hot when he was doing his thing.
