JC, Nick and/or Chris
I've had a lousy few days, so I could really use a fic that would make me smile.
Some combination of JC, Nick and Chris; with one of them having a harsh week and the other cheering him up.
Some combination of JC, Nick and Chris; with one of them having a harsh week and the other cheering him up.
but i wrote it anyway... :)
lets assume JC is having a bad day/week/month...
"No, honestly, Chris, I'm *fine*, really. Good, so good, man, I've got a lot to do. I've got appearances and shows and shit, that thing with J and stuff, I mean, that's over and shit, but it was good, and I know you’ve got stuff, things, stuff to do, that show of yours man, you really want to do that? Guess it's too late to say 'boo' and shit, but well, I wouldn't, but, dude, 'boo' and yeah, Lance and all his shit, and maybe I'll stop by, see Joe, you know, I'm all good…man, really, you see that? Watch any of it? He's pretty awesome, yeah? Maybe we did good, teaching him and stuff, I mean, and stuff…Hey, did you hear any of my latest? Anywhere? Never mind, what I sent you…I'm like, blowing up…Chris? Man, you there? Did you fucking call me up to hang up on me again, man? That's, like, wrong…Chris? Hey, well, fuck you too, man, someone's at the door, so…"
JC still had his phone to his ear when he opened his door and stood face to face with Nick Carter. Chris' giggle echoed in his ear the same time he popped from behind Nick Carter.
"We're here to take you away." The Chris standing before him and the Chris in his ear said at the same time.
"I don't need-" JC began, talking to the Chris on the phone, but the Nick Carter standing in front of him reached out and took his phone away, palming it closed and pushing his way into his home, as the Chris In Real life began to talk.
"Hey, baby, hi. Just want to take you for a trip."
The combination of the two made JC a bit nauseous, so he bent over, head between his legs and began deep breathing; he thought, perhaps, if he kept at it, they might *all* go away. Chris *and* Nick Carter.
"It'll be fun." Nick Carter told him as he was standing with his head between his legs and breathing deeply, slowly and pretending Nick Carter wasn't standing in his house.
Chris-the real life one- jerked him up by his collar and smiled at him. "Don't think too hard, man, and come with us. Boat trip, you'll have fun. Swear."
Nick just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. It was as if, JC thought, he'd already had this conversation with Chris, and lost. Still. He opened his mouth to protest more, but Chris quickly popped two blue pills in and handed him the coke he was holding. "Swallow." JC did, and Chris smiled at him like he was the best boy in the world. Just like the old days. "There's my boy!"
Chris pushed him back and sat him down on his couch. "Good. You sit there, let the pills do their job, smile pretty at Nick," Chris turned his head to wink at Nick, "and I'll go pack you a bag."
JC watched Chris walk away, twisting his head to an almost impossible angle, as he did so.
"So? Is there anything you really want to take with you? Because he's not going to ask. Once he comes down, with whatever he *thinks* you'll need, that'll be it."
JC didn't take his eyes away from the spot Chris had just been in. "That what he did to you?"
"Yeah. I. I mean… I'm not sure *why* I'm here."
"You could call 911."
Nick Carter laughed. "He took my phone."
JC smiled. "*You* took *my* phone. Feel free to use it." JC's gaze finally goes to Nick.
Nick shook his head, his smile firmly in place. "I can't. I'm sure whatever he's doing, he mean's well."
"Oh, you think? Kidnapping?" He narrowed his eyes at Nick. "Out of *group* kidnapping?"
Nick nodded. "Yeah. I mean…well, hell, I feel better already." And the smile he sent to JC was so, well, *happy*, JC decided to let Chris do what he wanted. Plus, the little blue pills? They seemed to be doing their job, and fuck if he hadn't swallowed of his own free will.
"Man? I'm kinda sleepy, maybe I won't press charges."
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(see part 2)
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