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.
Nice.
"Wow, you sure he'll be okay with this?"
"*What* is this? Sun, me, boat, fishing, *you*," Chris snickered, "man, every over worked, over worried fuck should wake up so lucky. You missed a spot, dude, right shoulder."
"Naw, none of that. I mean, this, um, his, uh, swimwear. I'd be kinda pissed, kidnapped is one thing, wake up in a pink and purple thong? That's a whole lot of another thing, Chris." Nick's hands moved over JC's body, slowly and smoothly, rubbing in what JC hoped was a good SPF 30 sunscreen. He did go back over his right shoulder.
"You buy this special for him?"
"No, I did not. He *owned* this. This is his very own thong. I, being the perv I am, just chose it over the many boring swim trunks he had in his closet. Get his toes, man, he burns easy and gets sick with it. But, dude, when he wakes up and asks? This was all I could find, kay?"
"Okay, man. Shouldn't he be waking up, though? You didn't overdose him, you think?"
"Pfft. He's fine, man, don't worry, I know my guys. Plus, he'll be better off once we finish with him. Go bring up the lunch and I'll wake up sleeping beauty."
JC listened to Nick move away, fighting a smile.
Chris slapped his thigh. "Open your eyes, fucker. I know you're awake."
"How'd you know?" JC asked, grinning.
"Like I said, I know my boys." Chris told him, poking at his side.
JC opened his eyes, and Chris was above him, grinning that Chris-grin that he'd missed so much, without even knowing *how* much he was missing it. JC smiled, trying to match Chris' grin, but quickly giving up with a laugh and rising up to kiss Chris' grin away. He hooked an arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, sucking and biting at Chris' mouth, before pulling back with a smile. "You suck, man. This isn't right. Kidnapping. Nick Carter enhanced kidnapping." JC pushed him away and stood up, letting Chris fall to the deck of the boat and taking a good look at his surroundings. "I'm *busy*, fucker!"
Chris snickered. "I know you are, baby."
"Where the fuck am I?"
Chris didn't move from where he had landed, he only stretched and wiggled, getting omfortable. "On Nick Carter's boat."
JC stretched, hands reaching towards the heavens, toes curling. "Where's Nick Carter's boat?"
"Under us, dude."
JC turned and glared at him, one eyebrow raised.
Chris just laughed. "Dude, you know I don't know stuff like that! We're on the water, yeah? And
It's nice, right?" He bounced up, coming to stand behind JC and wrapping his arms around him, face flush against JC's naked, sun-screened and slick back. Chris hugged him tight. "We're good, JC. It's all good. I've got you."
JC leaned back, letting Chris take his weight, knowing he could, knowing he would. Chris' arm came over his shoulder, pointing. "Look, dude."
JC looked.
"What's there?" Chris asked.
JC shook his head, "Nothing, man. There's nothing there."
JC felt Chris' nod against his back. "Yeah, man. Nothing. It's gonna be nothing for a few days, dude. Nothing. Just you, me---"
Nick Carter came into view from below deck with a tray piled high with sandwiches, chips, beer and a smile bright enough to rival the sun.
"--and *that*, for the next few days, man." JC felt Chris bite down on his shoulder and he shivered. "It's gonna be a good few days, man. Good days."
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im glad you liked it.
i was gonna throw in some actual sex...but i was far too tipsy!
'cause honestly, my drunken porn is not a thing to share :)
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*dies laughing*
That?
Was awesome. The characterizations of the whole THING were awesome. Thanks for sharing!
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glad you enjoyed.
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