Crazy is Alright
By rowan
MajickRowan 2001
You drive me crazy
With you looking at me
You make me feel high
Every single thing you do to me is like
I’m drunk
~ Dave Matthews Band, ‘Rapunzel’
Sex in the back of a car wasn’t turning out to be anything
like Rob had imagined. He had expected it to be more uncomfortable and awkward,
but JC was limber and had slid right into Rob’s lap like he was an old pro. Rob
licked at JC’s tongue and slid a hand down the back of his tight leather pants.
~*~*~*~
Of all the places in
the world where JC could have been right then, Jive’s Grammy after-party was
the least appealing. And yet, there he was: standing near the bar, nursing a
Jack and coke, pretending to be a good sport. And thinking up creative ways to
make Chris howl in pain. After all, Chris was to blame for his being here in
the first place. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when JC had begged to be
left to his own devices so he could mope in peace in his own hotel room. Chris
could be a persuasive motherfucker when he wanted to be. JC really hated him a lot. So far, these drinks were the first good
things that had happened to him all night.
The Grammy’s were important. And JC was pretty sure that losing
your first ever Grammy nomination to a man who’d already won three was the most
painful experience possible. Losing to a man you admired and liked was even
worse. And losing to a man you wanted to strip naked and lick all over was pure
torture.
At least, it had been that painful back when he was sober.
Now he was on his fourth drink and was just feeling really spin-y and loose.
When Chris was suddenly there, pulling him out onto the dance
floor, JC couldn’t find it in himself to object.
~*~
Rob finished his beer and placed the empty glass on the next tray
to slide past him, carried by a young woman in uniform. He was just reaching
the point when the congratulatory comments and the people singing his praises
were becoming annoying. He’d had his fill of people he couldn’t remember but
should trying to become his new best friend because he’d proven himself to be
the real deal and not just another one hit wonder. He remembered from last time
that winning a Grammy wasn’t fun until the week after, when it arrived by courier
with his name engraved on it and he could place it on the mantle and see it in
the morning when he came downstairs for cereal. Right then, winning was about
getting his picture taken with other famous people.
Rob searched the room for a familiar face and wished he’d tried
harder to convince Mari to stay at the party. She, Paul, and Moon had all gone
back to Paul’s place and it seemed the rest of his band was simply missing. His
gaze paused on the dance floor where two of those N'sync guys were dancing
together. Really very much in each other’s personal space. ‘The short one’ had
his hands on the hips of ‘the one with the hair’ as ‘the one with the hair’
ground them back against ‘the short one’. They laughed, seemingly oblivious to
the rest of the room. Rob suddenly felt a little warmer than he was comfortable
with. He decided he needed another drink badly and he began moving in the
direction of the bar.
It was going to be a long night.
~*~
JC laughed and ground his hips back against Chris. He could feel
eyes on them, watching discreetly. The music pulsed around them, filling him up
and letting him pretend to be happy. It was an equally nice diversion to the
glass he held in his hand. Once, a coherent thought managed to sneak past his
alcohol induced euphoria and he remembered that he was supposed to be brooding
and complaining. But apparently no one wanted to listen to him and console his
bruised feelings. Besides, he could always brood tomorrow. And he’d make Chris
listen then. Tonight, he would dance.
~*~
The DJ changed the song over to one of their own and JC and Chris
refused to dance to it, opting instead to find the bar and freshen their
drinks.
They ran into Rob as soon as they got there. Fate, apparently, had
a sense of humor.
Everything JC planned to bitch about tomorrow came rushing back
when Rob turned around, and all he could think was ‘you stole my Grammy’. He
immediately felt childish and silly. The only other thoughts his frantic brain
could form then all involved sex with Rob. JC tried really hard to make his
brain shut up.
Rob, for his part looked completely shocked to see him. JC
plastered on his ‘time to be famous smile’ and hoped he could manage to sound
sincere. “Rob! Congratulations. You really deserved it.”
Rob shook the startled look from his face, and managed a smile of
his own. “Oh, thanks…um…JC. JC, yeah. I
really appreciate it. You know, I really like the song you were nominated for.
Great lyrics.”
JC could practically feel Chris beside him, vibrating with amusement
and heat. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you,” he said, sounding very
much like some star-struck fan, which, he supposed he was. He mentally kicked
himself and made himself shut up.
Rob didn’t say anything then, so JC smiled again and let Chris turn
him towards the bartender to order their drinks. He wasn’t trying to over-hear anything; it just sort of happened.
JC and Chris were loud. He wished they’d been quiet. That way he wouldn’t have
heard Chris shriek
“Fine! Fuck him for all I care! Just don’t come complaining to me
later,” and stormed off.
Rob felt his face grow hot. He thought they might be talking about
him. He decided to pretend he hadn’t heard anything.
JC stayed by the bar for another minute after Chris had stalked
away. Finally he came back over to Rob.
“He can be such a drama queen.”
Rob missed a beat before he laughed. “Yeah.” And JC gave him a
relieved smile.
“So what does it mean?”
“What?” Rob asked, baffled at the sudden shift in the conversation.
“The song you won for tonight.
What do the lyrics mean?”
Rob felt that old excitement race up his spine. The feeling he always got when someone
wanted to hear about his music.
“Wow, um. It’s complicated, you know. It’s pretty much about being
in love with someone you can’t stand. And the more they do whatever it is that
makes you hate them, the more you love them. So basically, it’s fucked up.”
Rob couldn’t help but notice that JC’s face seemed to have been
turned permanently bright red. He wondered what JC could be thinking about to
make his blush so furiously. JC’s
pretty blue eyes were shining, and Rob didn’t think it was all alcohol. JC had
sex-eyes.
“That’s sounds about right,” JC said simply.
“So you know?”
“Yeah, I’ve been through that a little.”
“Really?” And Rob’s curious nature wouldn’t let him end it there so
he had to add “Was it with your friend? The one you were dancing with?” He
hoped he sounded merely curious and not like he was digging for dirt.
JC coughed a little, and stammered out his reply, “oh…um… no. Not
Chris. It was…someone else.” Rob wondered how much someone could blush before
their head exploded. JC seemed to be avoiding eye contact.
Rob smiled and was relieved that JC hadn’t been offended at the
insinuation about the nature of his relationship with Chris. He also felt a
small thrill at being able to make JC flustered like that. Rob remembered what
Chris had yelled out and wondered if JC really did want to fuck him. He
felt his face go a little red and took a desperate drink of his martini. “Oh.
So…JC…what about your song? What’s that one about?” He asked, hoping to
redirect the conversation.
“Sex,” he replied. “Sort of.” So much for redirecting the
conversation and Rob’s brain connected the two, JC and sex, tightly together.
“Sort of sex?”
“Yeah. It’s about sex and the future. It has like a lot of
metaphors.”
“Clever.”
JC chanced a glance at Rob’s face to make sure he wasn’t being made
fun of, and smiled brightly when he saw that he wasn’t. “Thanks.”
Rob cleared his throat. “Look, um, it’s really hot and noisy in
here. You wanna go have a cigarette?”
~*~
There was a cool breeze blowing around them as they looked out over
the city from the twentieth floor balcony. JC didn’t really want to smoke. He
never had because they’re bad for his throat and complexion. Regardless, he
took the cigarette Rob offered him and held it between his lips while Rob held
the lighter. JC wasn’t foolish enough to attempt to smoke his first cigarette
in front of a man he was suddenly trying foolishly to impress, so he just held
it down by his leg as it burned and watched Rob smoke.
JC looked at Rob and caught him looking away quickly. Rob exhaled,
gray smoke curling out into the wind.
JC’s cigarette dripped ash to the ground by JC’s foot.
“Do you not smoke?”
JC smiled an embarrassed smile “no.”
“Then you should put it out before you burn yourself.”
JC exhaled a short laugh and stubbed the cigarette out on the
banister. They stood quietly for a while.
“Is something wrong? Rob asked when JC sighed.
“It’s stupid. Not important.”
“Then you can tell me what it is.”
“Um, no.”
“Come on. I gave you my last cigarette. We drank together. In my
book, that makes you a friend, or at least an acquaintance. So tell me. I’m
curious.” JC shook his head at Rob, but
he was smiling. So Rob continued “I won’t hold it against you.”
“I’m a little jealous,” he said, holding his hand up with his
fingers measuring a small space apart.
“Of who?”
“You of course. I lost. You didn’t.” JC face flushed at his
admission, and he wished he hadn’t had so much to drink. He could never manage
to shut up when it was important.
“Oh,” Rob muttered. “That’s what this is about.”
“Fuck,” JC said quietly. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”
“No. No, it’s okay. I mean, it is a little weird, but I understand.
We lost our first Grammy, too. I was seriously considering killing myself for a
while. And I’m pretty sure my winning was just lucky fallout from Carlos. Plus,
we lost to fucking Creed the year after that. Overall, it’s not that
impressive.”
JC laughed shortly. “You’re trying to make me feel better.”
“Is it working?”
“Not really.” JC felt his heart thud in his chest when Rob looked
at him with laughter sparkling in his eyes. He’d meant to say yes, but he
didn’t want to dig a hole he wouldn’t be able to climb out of later. JC twisted
and bent his cigarette in his nervous fingers as he spoke.
Rob casually placed a hand around JC’s thin shoulders and squeezed
a little. “It’s gets better. Promise.” He dropped his cigarette to the floor
and ground it out with the toe of his boot. JC felt his stomach drop; Rob’s arm
was pleasantly heavy resting on his shoulder. And this close to Rob, he caught
the faint scent of cologne floating beneath the warmth of cigarettes and body
heat. He felt himself leaning into him, seeking that heat.
“I don’t think I ever wanted anything that bad.” He sighed and
looked up at Rob, meeting his gaze. “I mean,” he continued, waving a hand
dismissively. “I’ll get over it, or whatever. But, like. It’s devastating.”
JC squirmed a little, slid out from under Rob’s arm and moved away.
He wasn’t sure he could control himself, not when he wanted it so much. Will
power was fallible; JC knew this first-hand. He wouldn’t be able to stand this
close to him without doing anything.
“How’d you get over it?”
“I punched Scott Stapp in the face,” Rob deadpanned before breaking
into delighted laughter at the shocked expression on JC’s face.
“You’re a funny guy,” JC said, laughing silently.
“I try,” Rob said, quietly, with a small smile still on his lips.
He could still feel Rob near him, giving off warmth despite the
distance between them. JC looked past
Rob out at the cityscape spread out and shining below them. When he looked
back, he caught Rob’s intense blue gaze and all JC saw were eyes and a soft
full lower lip. Time paused and when it started again Rob’s lips were pressed
to his in a firm, but soft, touch.
Sirens went off in JC’s head, ‘wantwantneedneedhavehavehave!’ they
seemed to scream. ‘I can’t believe this
is happening!’
Rob rocked in closer to JC, unwilling to breaking contact, and
brought a hand up slowly to rest on JC’s shoulder. He began stroking the line
of JC’s collarbone with the calloused pad of his thumb. JC opened his mouth and
let Rob inside. JC felt himself being walked backwards, into the shadows. When
his back collided with cool brink, he moaned and slid his tongue deeper into
Rob’s mouth.
JC gripped at Rob’s jacket, the heavy silk sliding in his grasping
fingers. He slid his hands further down Rob’s back, molding them around Rob’s
ass, and pulled. Rob’s hips fell against his abruptly and JC felt him grunt
into his mouth. Rob broke the kiss, pulling back quickly and taking in huge
gulps of cool air. JC’s brain hadn’t
quieted any, and if anything it the mental shrieking seemed louder. He wondered
what Rob was waiting for. Rob’s eyes had a glassy appearance to them and he
could only imagine what his own eyes looked like.
This time, JC moved first, closing the distance between their faces
and catching Rob’s mouth with bruising force. He felt the delicious heat slide
down his body and settle in his balls. He tilted his hips and pressed his
growing hardness against Rob’s hip. Rob groaned and answered with a lewd thrust
of his hips.
Rob’s was doing nasty slow things with his tongue, JC could feel
himself strumming, throbbing, and rocking with it. He couldn’t stop himself
from making high whimpering sounds when Rob hands slid down his back, caressing
his butt through butter-soft leather. And JC wanted to blame the alcohol when
Rob slid a rock-hard thigh between JC’s legs and JC found himself grinding down
on, gasping from the elicit shock of pleasure it sent racing through his dick.
Rob whispered against his mouth when the kiss broke, “earlier, your
friend- Chris. He said something about you fucking someone. Who was he talking
about?” And the delicious lusty gravel in his voice made JC shiver.
JC’s breath was still leaving his lungs in desperate pants, but he
managed to whisper back, “You.”
Rob smiled and extended his tongue, licking a scalding swipe across
JC’s mouth. “Good. Let’s go.” And he turned away, heading back into the hotel
suite.
JC followed, and tried to appear calm.
~*~
JC trailed a little behind Rob as they walked out of the hotel
delivery entrance on the basement level of the parking garage. The only thing
that helped him to contain the need he felt to reach out and trail his hand
down Rob back was the hotel staff milling around. Watching them. His fingers
itched to feel the taught muscles shift underneath the soft fabric of Rob’s
clothing. He could feel his blood starting to boil.
When they reached the car, Rob turned to look at JC. His hair had
long ago returned to its natural curliness from dancing earlier and his face
was flushed and ruddy. JC unconsciously licked his lower lip and Rob felt lust
coursing through his blood. He swallowed hard and turned back, bending low to
climb into the limo. When JC had climbed in after him, the driver shut the
door.
As soon as the car pulled out of the garage, merging smoothly into
traffic, JC fell on Rob, kissing him again with the balance of violence and
sweetness they had silently agreed upon. Rob ran curious fingers through JC’s
damp curls and they were as soft as they looked. JC whispered soft pleas into
Rob’s mouth and Rob was anxious to accommodate him. He bought his hands down to
JC’s and began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, needing desperately to touch
bare skin. JC broke that kiss to run his questing tongue along Rob’s jaw and to
taste the salty skin of his neck.
The shirt fell away, slipping easily off JC’s body. Rob pinched his
nipples and JC cried out, sucking harder at Rob’s neck.
‘Pants. Too many clothes in the way,’ Rob thought. His fingers were
stupid with want and he struggled with the buckle and clasp at JC’s waistband.
JC was too pre-occupied with the deliciousness of Rob’s skin to help. Rob wondered what his wife would think about
the hickey JC was marking him with, but when JC latched onto his pierced
earlobe with hard grazing teeth, all thought left his mind.
These clothes had to go. JC’s belt came open finally and Rob pulled
at the soft leather pants until JC caught on and lifted his hips enough for Rob
to get them off. They landed in a pile on the floor and JC’s boxer-briefs
followed shortly. JC climbed further onto Rob’s lap and worked on Rob’s shirt,
practically tearing the buttons off. The shirt and jacket came off together,
landing on the seat behind Rob and when JC moved forward, Rob moaned at this
first direct skin-to-skin contact. JC dug his hands into Rob’s curls and pulled
his face forward, kissing him again. Wet and hot.
The kiss broke and JC breathed, “I want. I want you to fuck me,”
into his mouth.
Rob was achingly hard and he gave a muted thrust at JC’s plea. He gripped JC’s erection and squeezed. JC
squeaked. Rob smiled through the next kiss, JC’s tongue deep in his mouth.
Rob decided JC had talented fingers as they found and stroked his
cock through his pants. Rob was shaking with need as he lifted up, and working
together they managed Rob pants onto the floor.
Rob wasn’t wearing underwear.
Rob reached into a compartment beside the seat and retrieved condom
in a shiny gold wrapper and handed it to JC. JC took his time unwrapping it and
rolling the lubricated rubber down onto Rob’s straining cock. He wrapped his
palm around Rob’s dick and stroked, delighting in the profanity spilling from
Rob’s lips.
Rob rolled his head back against the seat and let JC continue to
rub him until he remembered that this wasn’t it. There was more to do here, and
he wasn’t going to be able to do it if he let JC’s hand stay where it was.
“Stop. Stop. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
JC pulled his hand away reluctantly. “Well, come on then,” he
muttered as he kissed Rob’s shoulder.
Rob ran a searching hand up the back of JC’s thighs, all smooth
soft skin beneath his calloused palm. He could feel JC quivering against him.
He traced small tickling circles onto JC’s skin, continuing moving his hand up
until he reached that tight pucker between JC’s legs.
JC breath was humid against his shoulder and neck. When Rob slid
the tip of one finger into JC’s body, JC yelped and sank his teeth into Rob’s
neck. Rob found JC’s mouth again, kissing him as he worked his fingers into JC.
“OK. OK, I’m ready. Come on,” JC pleaded.
Rob reclined in the seat, sliding down so JC would have more room
to move onto his lap.
Rob held himself painfully still while JC worked his hips forward,
pushing himself onto Rob’s erection. He buried his face in the crook of JC’s
shoulder, smelled clean sweat and expensive fragrance he didn’t recognize. Rob
ran his hands down JC’s spine, smoothing the shuddering skin. His body was hot
beneath Rob’s hands. The look of concentration etched on JC’s face made Rob
want to kiss him some more, so he did, moaning into his mouth. It was the most
delicious torment; this slow pace and he had to bite his lip to keep himself
from moving forward, thrusting up into JC like he so desperately wanted.
Rob couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. He was filling him and
on fire and JC’s mouth grew more delicious with each taste. There was
electricity in his blood.
Finally, Rob was buried to the hilt in his heat and JC clenched his
muscles around him. Rob yelped against JC’s lips and his hands clamped down,
vice-tight, onto JC’s hips as Rob tried to help lift JC up some so he could
slide back down onto him. JC didn’t need the help, and he broke the kiss so he
could look into Rob’s eyes as he fucked himself onto Rob’s cock.
Rob rolled his head back against the seat. His breathing had become
nothing more than a series of pants and he squeezed JC’s waist in time with the
pulsing of blood in his dick.
“Fuck,” JC moaned in distress. He was getting so close, but he
couldn’t find the strength to lift himself anymore. “Rob,” he panted. Rob kissed him, nasty and hot. “The floor. I
need you…harder.”
Rob bit his lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but just right to
keep his orgasm at bay. He secured his grip on JC writhing body and rolled up
and off the low seat, coming down on top of JC against the plush gray carpet on
the floor of the car. JC groaned at the feel of the carpet against his back. He
raised his legs higher, wrapping them more tightly around Rob’s middle.
Rob dropped another tongue-laden kiss on JC’s gasping mouth. His
dick throbbed and he was finally able to push into JC like he’d wanted since
the first kiss. JC groaned deep in his chest as Rob thrust into him, both
deeper and hotter than JC had imagined it would be. His whole body shifted away
with the force of Rob’s thrusts and JC wondered how he’d explain the rug burn
covering his back.
JC raked his blunted nails down Rob’s back, sending short muted
burst of torment through his body.
The scalding heat surrounding his cock increased with every
forceful push, and Rob knew it wouldn’t last much longer.
JC’s pleasure began climaxing and his voice rose with it, echoing
his cries around the spacious limo. Rob felt JC’s climax like a lightening
strike: sudden, hot, and immense.
He trembled with it. Rob twisted his slender hips and JC screamed
and buried his tongue in Rob’s mouth. Rob held JC’s thigh up and thrust once
more into JC’s heat before succumbing to his orgasm, finally collapsing on top
of JC, sweating and out of breath.
Rob rolled onto his back and peeled the condom off with shaky
hands. He worked himself into a seated position, still on the floor and looked
down at JC. JC lay there with sated grin on his face, his eyes closed.
“You are really fucking good at that,” Rob said, finally, unable to
contain the awe in his voice.
JC giggled. “Thanks, I guess.”
Rob reached over to the seat to retrieve his rumpled shirt and
began trying to put it back on. “So, um, people are probably wondering where I
got to. Maybe we should head back.”
JC sat up, peering up at Rob from beneath lowered lashes. “Or,” he
said, sliding across the expansive floor, “I could give you a blowjob now...”
He let his hand slide across Rob’s stomach, tracing a finger through the light-brown
hair beneath his navel.
“Yeah. There is that.”
JC leaned in and kissed Rob, something he was quickly becoming
addicted to.
“Cause this is a lot better than hating you.”
“It is better,” Rob agreed. There was a noticeable catch in his
throat as JC’s fingers trailed lower still.
“You stayin’?” JC asked, breath warm against Rob’s mouth, hovering
just out of reach.
Rob’s reply was a searing kiss and JC made a point to thank Chris
later.
[Fin.]
AN: For this to work, all reality surrounding Nsync and matchbox
twenty at the Grammies must be suspended. Although they were both there this
year, they were not in any of the same categories. Let’s just say this is the
future.
Happy RobTober.