Drabbles
*NSYNC - Multiple Pairings
The last eight drabbles inspired by the Avril Lavinge CD.
Unwanted
“Hey Joe!” Justin yipped, popping over Joey’s shoulder. Joey tipped his head back to kiss Justin’s nose.
“Hey J,” he replied. Justin grabbed Joey’s chin.
“Let’s try aimin’ a little lower,” he suggested. Joey smiled and met Justin’s lips briefly. Justin draped his head backward over Joey’s shoulder.
“Whatcha thinkin’?” he drawled. Joey scraped light fingers over Justin’s scalp.
“You hated me so much,” Joey murmured softly. Justin sobered.
“I was 14, Joe,” he protested, gently reproachful.
“You don’t hate me now,” Joey observed. Justin’s laughter spilled out, bright and shiny. He bit at Joey’s chin.
“Only on odd Tuesdays.”
Tomorrow
“I’ll be back soon, baby,” Chris murmured, kissing the back of Lance’s neck. Lance hugged his pillow closer, scrunching under the covers.
“You don’t have to go,” he muttered, pressing his face into the pillow.
“I promised her. It doesn’t mean anything,” Chris sighed, exasperated. Lance rolled away from Chris’s clinging hand.
“You say that everytime, Chris,” he grunted. Standing up, Chris jerked his jacket on.
“And I always come back, don’t I?” he demanded.
“You do,” Lance acknowledged. Chris always did . . . eventually. “But maybe this time I won’t be waiting when you decide to wander back.”
Anything But Ordinary
Justin swung his legs over the edge, heels bumping the side of the building. Gripping the railing, he leaned out until his fingers trembled. The wind whooshed up 38 stories to snap his shirt stingingly against his skin. God. He could almost fly. Straining, Justin inched further, wishing he could let go and soar.
“Come down, now, J,” JC called, closing cool hands over Justin’s wrists. “You’ve flown enough.” Justin tumbled back into JC’s arms.
“Never enough,” he gasped, breathless. JC pressed warm lips against Justin’s throat.
“But enough for today,” JC replied. Shuddering, Justin arched into JC. And soared.
Things I’ll Never Say
“I hate platinum,” Lance muttered glaring at himself in the tiny mirror. He was ugly as sin, as his mama would say - pale, short, fucking girly.
“Scoop, you ready yet?” Justin called, opening the door. Lance nearly swallowed his tongue.
“Y-y-yeah. G-g-imme a sec,” he stammered. Justin rolled his eyes and withdrew. Joey entered as Justin exited.
“Don’t let him get to you, Lance. He doesn’t mean anything,” he soothed, sliding long arms around Lance’s middle. Lance leaned back into the embrace.
“He’s so perfect. Everybody loves him,” he sighed. Joey snorted cynically and squeezed Lance tighter.
“I love you.”
My World
Bored. Joey was fucking bored. The bus was fucking boring. Sighing, he leaned his head against the widow as the world blurred past. A heavy weight thudded into him.
“Joooooeeeeeey! Come play with me!” JC demanded, bouncing gleefully on Joey’s stomach.
“Jace - oof - Jace! Play with you?” Joey grunted. JC poked him joyfully.
“You’re zoning out, dude. That’s my territory,” he declared. Joey laughed aloud. JC grinned so hard his face crinkled.
“There’s my Joey!” he crowed, swooping to plant a firm kiss on Joey’s mouth, before bounding away. “Come play!” Smiling, Joey heaved himself up and went to play.
Nobody’s Fool
“The hell’s wrong with you?” At 24, Chris was sharp, glittering and dangerous.
“Sorry.” At 14, Justin screamed Easy Target.
At 16, Justin snapped when Chris called him a country-fried hick.
“You think you know so damn much!” he shouted, slamming Chris against the door. “I’m cuter’n you. I been doin’ this longer’n you, and I sure as FUCK do it better’n you, so fuck you.”
At 26, Chris kissed Justin’s mouth and wriggled away.
“Bout time,” he replied. “Don’t let the fuckers getcha down, J. We will, if we can.” Chris walked away. Justin touched his lips, and wondered.
Too Much to Ask
JC watched Lance pace, talking softly into his phone.
“No, we need at least a 15% return.” Calm, collected Lance. JC’s rock - and his hard place.
“Baby?” JC called. Lance looked up momentarily before the phone drew his attention again.
“No. Listen to me. 15%. Or I’ll take my business elsewhere.” But even rocks crumbled with time. When the landscape broke and the mountain tumbled down under the sun and wind, JC would be there to sweep the pebbles together and guard them until they became a mountain again. Because Lance was his rock. And stones weren’t meant to bleed.
Naked
Justin unhooked Lance’s watch and set it on the dresser before stripping the rings from Lance’s fingers.
Lance scrubbed naked fingers through Justin’s hair, standing it riotously out from his head.
Justin smoothed Lance’s hair flat and glossy along his scalp.
Lance plucked diamond studs from Justin’s ears.
Justin stood back and studied Lance carefully.
“There you are,” he murmured. Justin smiled and forgot to compensate for the way his mouth slanted up more on the right. Lance rose high onto his toes to kiss that crooked smile, farther above his head than he’d admit.
“Here we are,” he confirmed.
The last eight drabbles inspired by the Avril Lavinge CD.
Unwanted
“Hey Joe!” Justin yipped, popping over Joey’s shoulder. Joey tipped his head back to kiss Justin’s nose.
“Hey J,” he replied. Justin grabbed Joey’s chin.
“Let’s try aimin’ a little lower,” he suggested. Joey smiled and met Justin’s lips briefly. Justin draped his head backward over Joey’s shoulder.
“Whatcha thinkin’?” he drawled. Joey scraped light fingers over Justin’s scalp.
“You hated me so much,” Joey murmured softly. Justin sobered.
“I was 14, Joe,” he protested, gently reproachful.
“You don’t hate me now,” Joey observed. Justin’s laughter spilled out, bright and shiny. He bit at Joey’s chin.
“Only on odd Tuesdays.”
Tomorrow
“I’ll be back soon, baby,” Chris murmured, kissing the back of Lance’s neck. Lance hugged his pillow closer, scrunching under the covers.
“You don’t have to go,” he muttered, pressing his face into the pillow.
“I promised her. It doesn’t mean anything,” Chris sighed, exasperated. Lance rolled away from Chris’s clinging hand.
“You say that everytime, Chris,” he grunted. Standing up, Chris jerked his jacket on.
“And I always come back, don’t I?” he demanded.
“You do,” Lance acknowledged. Chris always did . . . eventually. “But maybe this time I won’t be waiting when you decide to wander back.”
Anything But Ordinary
Justin swung his legs over the edge, heels bumping the side of the building. Gripping the railing, he leaned out until his fingers trembled. The wind whooshed up 38 stories to snap his shirt stingingly against his skin. God. He could almost fly. Straining, Justin inched further, wishing he could let go and soar.
“Come down, now, J,” JC called, closing cool hands over Justin’s wrists. “You’ve flown enough.” Justin tumbled back into JC’s arms.
“Never enough,” he gasped, breathless. JC pressed warm lips against Justin’s throat.
“But enough for today,” JC replied. Shuddering, Justin arched into JC. And soared.
Things I’ll Never Say
“I hate platinum,” Lance muttered glaring at himself in the tiny mirror. He was ugly as sin, as his mama would say - pale, short, fucking girly.
“Scoop, you ready yet?” Justin called, opening the door. Lance nearly swallowed his tongue.
“Y-y-yeah. G-g-imme a sec,” he stammered. Justin rolled his eyes and withdrew. Joey entered as Justin exited.
“Don’t let him get to you, Lance. He doesn’t mean anything,” he soothed, sliding long arms around Lance’s middle. Lance leaned back into the embrace.
“He’s so perfect. Everybody loves him,” he sighed. Joey snorted cynically and squeezed Lance tighter.
“I love you.”
My World
Bored. Joey was fucking bored. The bus was fucking boring. Sighing, he leaned his head against the widow as the world blurred past. A heavy weight thudded into him.
“Joooooeeeeeey! Come play with me!” JC demanded, bouncing gleefully on Joey’s stomach.
“Jace - oof - Jace! Play with you?” Joey grunted. JC poked him joyfully.
“You’re zoning out, dude. That’s my territory,” he declared. Joey laughed aloud. JC grinned so hard his face crinkled.
“There’s my Joey!” he crowed, swooping to plant a firm kiss on Joey’s mouth, before bounding away. “Come play!” Smiling, Joey heaved himself up and went to play.
Nobody’s Fool
“The hell’s wrong with you?” At 24, Chris was sharp, glittering and dangerous.
“Sorry.” At 14, Justin screamed Easy Target.
At 16, Justin snapped when Chris called him a country-fried hick.
“You think you know so damn much!” he shouted, slamming Chris against the door. “I’m cuter’n you. I been doin’ this longer’n you, and I sure as FUCK do it better’n you, so fuck you.”
At 26, Chris kissed Justin’s mouth and wriggled away.
“Bout time,” he replied. “Don’t let the fuckers getcha down, J. We will, if we can.” Chris walked away. Justin touched his lips, and wondered.
Too Much to Ask
JC watched Lance pace, talking softly into his phone.
“No, we need at least a 15% return.” Calm, collected Lance. JC’s rock - and his hard place.
“Baby?” JC called. Lance looked up momentarily before the phone drew his attention again.
“No. Listen to me. 15%. Or I’ll take my business elsewhere.” But even rocks crumbled with time. When the landscape broke and the mountain tumbled down under the sun and wind, JC would be there to sweep the pebbles together and guard them until they became a mountain again. Because Lance was his rock. And stones weren’t meant to bleed.
Naked
Justin unhooked Lance’s watch and set it on the dresser before stripping the rings from Lance’s fingers.
Lance scrubbed naked fingers through Justin’s hair, standing it riotously out from his head.
Justin smoothed Lance’s hair flat and glossy along his scalp.
Lance plucked diamond studs from Justin’s ears.
Justin stood back and studied Lance carefully.
“There you are,” he murmured. Justin smiled and forgot to compensate for the way his mouth slanted up more on the right. Lance rose high onto his toes to kiss that crooked smile, farther above his head than he’d admit.
“Here we are,” he confirmed.