You knock me down
Provoke a smile
And make me frown
You are the Queen of Runaround
You know it�s true
The quiet room was Justin�s favorite place to be. Not only because of the obvious tranquility of the room, but because that�s where he and Chris spent most of their �together� time. It was their sanctuary. More often than not, they were the only two occupying it; whether curled around one another on the double bed, tangled up on the couch, or just sitting away from one another on the chairs.
Chris was the rambunctious one of the group. He was always bouncing or running around or just plain being active. But when he stepped into that room, it was like another person took over. His words lowered until they were just barely a whisper. His touches were gentle and loving, and his smile was always brighter.
No matter how they started when they were there, they always ended up curled around one another right before they were called for make-up. It was usually Justin who was curled into Chris. He would lay his head onto Chris� lap, and his eyes would slowly drift shut with every rub of Chris� fingers against his scalp until he was fast asleep, softly snoring or murmuring nonsense. The guys teased them about having sex, but they only just cuddled with the occasional kiss here or there.
Later on, when the hackey was done and they had said their prayer, Chris would pull Justin into a random corner. They�d kiss heatedly and hands would roam until right before they were supposed to get onstage. Chris would breath �love you� into his ear and tell him how hot he was and how he was going to do an awesome job. Justin always stepped onstage with a smile on his face and a hard on in his pants.
After the show, when they were all running offstage, glowing with post show excitement, another side of Chris was revealed. He was always scowling and his was tongue quick to lash out, which was always aimed for Justin. Whenever he would pull Chris aside and ask him what was wrong, Chris would lay into him. Telling him that he was flat on this note, pointing out where he had fucked up in the choreography, and telling him he was too much of a flirt.
He only flirted because that�s what got the crowd going. It made the girls yell, it�s what they paid for. He didn�t care what the girls thought of him, he didn�t love them, he loved Chris. And he told him that. He�d grab Chris by the shoulders and look at him with this pleading look, and say, �You�re the one I love, not them.�
Chris would just shrug him away and stalk off towards the buses. Later, Justin would come out with red, puffy eyes to the guys� inquiring looks. Finally one of them would speak up and ask him why he let Chris talk to him like that. Why he let Chris be so cruel to him.
But Chris wasn�t being cruel if he told the truth. He had been flat and he really did miss a few steps during Digital Getdown. Chris only yelled at him because he loved him, and Justin told them that. Every time.
You chew me up
And spit me out
Enjoy the taste
I leave in your mouth
You look at me
I look at you
Neither of us know what to do
If they weren�t taking the bus to the next venue that night, then they would go back to the hotel, shower and change, and then take a van to the nearest club to wind down and have a few drinks. Justin loved to going out to the clubs because dancing made him feel free. He could just close his eyes and let go, and just dance until he couldn�t stand up straight. The only problem was he couldn�t dance with Chris.
Justin stepped out of his room and walked down to JC�s room, where they were all meeting. JC and his girlfriend were already waiting, and Joey and Lance came in after he did. Chris arrived minutes later, bouncy and excited until he saw Justin. His eyes darkened and he became quiet. He�d wait until everyone was making their way down to the elevators before he pulled Justin aside and heatedly questioned him about what he was wearing.
He�d look down at himself, back at Chris, and then down at himself again. He wasn�t wearing anything wrong. Just some leather pants and a black, sleeveless mesh shirt over a black wifebeater.
Chris would squeeze his bicep hard until he whimpered out in pain. Chris would whisper heatedly at him that he looked like a slut and that if he really loved him, he wouldn�t whore himself out. Before Justin could explain that he only wore it for Chris, Chris would let go and stalk towards the elevators.
The clubs were always loud, dark, and full of people. Four or five bodyguards would escort them up into the balcony VIP room where they chilled before making their way to the dance floor. Chris would be on one side, already drinking something the waitress had handed him. Joey and Lance would be talking, JC and his girlfriend would be huddled together, and Justin would be on the other side, waiting for Chris to come up to him.
Finally, after waiting for about ten or twenty minutes, Justin would get up and walk towards the dance floor. Fuck it, if Chris wanted to mope then that was fine with him, he�d be on the dance floor having fun.
There may not
Be another way to your heart
So I guess I�d better find a new way in
I shiver when I hear your name
Think about you but it�s not the same
I wont be satisfied till I�m under your skin
Not even ten minutes on the dance floor and he had some blonde chick grinding against his dick. It�s not like he minded, though. It was just a body, and a way to get Chris to notice him, since it seemed Chris only paid any attention to him when he was with someone else. If he couldn�t gain Chris� attention by love and affection then he�d sure as hell try doing it by making him jealous.
He grabbed the girl�s hips and pulled her closer to him, swiveling his hips. He pushed her hair away from her neck and whispered nonsense words into her neck. She just giggled and pushed back against him, snaking her arms around his neck to hold on. He looked up and saw Chris leaning on the banister, glaring down at them. When he smirked, Chris pushed himself away from the banister and walked toward the staircase.
Justin danced with the girl until the song was over and pushed her away, despite her protests, and walked towards the hallway where the bathrooms were located. Not one step into the murky hallway and Chris had him pinned against the wall, and was kissing him forcefully.
They�d kiss until they were gasping for breath, mouths red and bruised. Chris would grab him by the wrist and pull him to the nearest bodyguard, telling him that they were leaving. The whole ride back to the hotel was like torture. Chris wouldn�t touch him at all. He�d just sit there and glare out the window, his fingers tapping against his thigh. Chris wouldn�t touch him in the lobby, the elevator, or the walk to the room either.
Once they were in the room and the door was barely closed, Chris slammed him against the wall and began kissing him. It was a bit forceful for his liking but he kissed back anyways, letting Chris� hands wander about, thankful for some, any, contact. Chris fisted his hands in his shirt and yanked him towards the bed, pushing him to the flat of his back, and straddling him.
Chris� hands ripped and pulled at their clothes until they were naked, rubbing and thrusting toward one another. The pace didn�t slowed down, only rising in intensity. Every time he�d try to tell him to slow down, Chris would kiss him until he couldn�t think again.
Chris only slowed long enough to grab the lube off the nightstand, slick himself up, and push into Justin gently. When he squirmed under Chris to let him know that he was all right, Chris began thrusting rapidly, his hips pulling back and then slamming down into him. Chris buried his face in the crook of his neck, panting and grunting with every push of his hips. He wrapped a hand around Justin�s cock and stroked awkwardly until Justin came hard, the sticky substance smearing over his stomach and Chris� hand. Chris thrusted until he came hard, biting down onto Justin�s shoulder hard enough to draw blood, before collapsing heavily onto him.
Minutes later Chris would roll off and fall asleep without a word. Justin would stare at the ceiling, tears glistening the corners of his eyes, before turning onto his side and curling into himself. He never let the tears fall because there really was no reason to cry. It was sex. It was supposed to be rough like that, even if it meant he was going to walk funny the next day. He pulled the covers up and curled around the pillow, falling asleep to the sound of Chris� breathing.
Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe �em anyway
Sometimes the guys would corner him about how Chris was treating him. They always asked why he let Chris treat him the way he did. Why he let Chris call him those names and be so cruel at times. But Chris loved him. He only did that because he loved him.
Justin knew by the way Chris looked at him in the quiet room that he was right. He knew in the small touches Chris gave, the way he�d whisper words of praises in his ear, and the way he�d hold him. Chris said that he loved him, always murmured it into his ear when they were lounged on the couch, so he knew Chris loved him. The guys just never saw that side of Chris, they never saw how Chris was in the quiet room because they never went in there.
Sometimes, when Chris was particularly mean to him, he�d question it. The things the guys had said to him would echo in his mind and he thought of all the times Chris had been rough or hurtful. But then he�d think of the way Chris looked at him, how Chris wrapped his arms around him tightly, how Chris would run the pads of his fingers over his cheeks before kissing him softly. When Chris walked into the quiet room and smiled softly at him, Justin knew he loved him.
So come to bed it�s getting late
There�s no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race
�Shiver� by Maroon 5