Fic: Pendant.
Happy birthday to Glendaglamazon, who is a monthly contributor to the crack, and I absolutely adore. If I can pull myself together before yoga, I'll write you something, sweetie.
Title: Pendant
Fandom: Popslash, JuC.
Rating: PG, mostly.
Summary: The same action in different stories. JC’s pendant is missing, but does it count as missing when he so willingly gives it away?
Dedication: For Babygotbass who didn’t say ‘that’s a stupid idea’ in time before this was written, and for Rikes who always jumps up and down in encouragement.
Warning: EXTREME SHMOOP. And might be rather out of character for current series. Also, done at 4 in the morning, so it might not make sense.
Justin hasn’t done any promotion for this new sound and look of his, very conceptual, sexual and serious. After watching JC with careful, studious eyes for god knows how long, he’s taken what he loves so dearly about the way that JC has become, and throw it into his own sound.
It’s Philladelphia, It’s LA, It’s DC, it’s New York until JC appears like Justin expected him to, sitting in the darkest corner of Justin’s dressing room when Justin comes back after the show. JC’s cut away all of his curly hair, but Justin’s eyes still recognize the rest of him. Dark eyeliner, glossed lips, a cocky smile, and eyes that feel like home even if Justin hates to admit it to himself. He looks almost respectful tonight in skintight leather and a shirt that shows off the angles of his defined chest, even if they don’t show the ink that lies beneath.
“Clever boy,” JC whispers, holding a glass of cognac and uncrossing his legs. “Clever little Timberlake.”
Justin smiles at him, and turns away to start packing up. He’s red, and tries not to tell himself that JC doesn’t pronounce his name like it’s a spiteful, hard kiss.
“You’ll realize just how clever I am, soon enough,” Justin says, matter-of-factly.
“Already have, Justin,” JC smiles at him. “Downloaded your stuff yesterday, sweetie. You getting fucked by someone new, or are all those love songs for little ol’ me?”
“Don’t mock,” Justin snips.
“I’m not,” JC says. “Games aside, I wanted to give you something.”
“Oh?” Justin says.
“Sit down,” JC nods, pointing to the chair in front of the mirror. Reluctantly, Justin does as told, and watches as JC slithers over like quicksilver, putting his drink down and sliding his hands onto Justin’s shoulders, before bringing them up behind his own neck.
Justin knows what he’s doing.
“Don’t question me right now,” JC says, and brings his pendant from his neck. One of his hands, steady and unsure, starts yanking Justin’s tie down, shimmining the knot loose before opening up two buttons on Justin’s oxford shirt. The Leather is warm around Justin’s neck, worn almost to rawhide, and the pendant feels heavy on his neck, like a calm hand on his chest. He closes his eyes, and tries not to be a drama queen.
“It’s given me all the luck in the world,” JC says. “And I want you to have it.”
“JC,” Justin whispers.
“Shh,” JC says, and slides into his lap, rising above him in the chair. “Accept it, sweetie. And besides, I don’t think I can love anybody else more than I love you, anyway. Always said I would give it to someone when I realized I loved them, honest to god.”
Justin sits there, and looks up, silent. JC looks more earnest and honest than he has in years. All the games, all the façade, all of it a distant memory from now. Justin brings his hands to JC’s head, and Justin brings him down for a kiss that feels like Justin could pass out from it and never recover.
“Thank you,” Justin whispers on JC’s lips, and JC smiles big. “I love you, too.”
“You’d better,” JC purrs, before sliding just as easy off Justin’s lap. “I’m going to go back to the hotel, and you’ll be able to do whatever you want to me there.”
“If you give me five minutes to pack up, I can go with you.”
“No,” JC says, standing in the doorsill, “I want to feel naked for a while.”
Justin doesn’t quite know what that means, but he nods and watches as JC finishes the cognac in the glass on Justin’s vanity, and turns to leave. He sticks his head out the room and watches as JC shoves his hands in his coat pockets, and walks proudly away, whistling the melody to one of Justin’s songs as he disappears.
Justin looks at the pendant in the mirror, a constant reminder under suit and tie, and wonders about what will happen when he sees JC again.
When Justin wakes up, Rico’s gone, and it’s nighttime.
He breathes hard as he twists out of the position he’s been in for hours. He groans as his muscles shrink back into their normal positions, and as his eyes pop open, he can see C’s flowery scrawl in black marker all over his body. He hopes Rico didn’t leave for a world tour after attacking Justin’s face with a sharpie.
It’s all over, though, languages that Justin doesn’t even know, Elaborate words in Portuguese, Russian, Italian, German, Dutch, and words that Justin doesn’t even recognize.
Rico’s left him, now, tagged him like a street thug and abandoned him for art’s sake. Ripped him open with exotic rhythm and sex that still lingers and pulls Justin limb by limb even when he’s not around.
Justin’s back arches on the bed, old tired muscles still screaming their hatred. Justin stretches out his toes, and the fingers on his hands only to feel one of his hands tied up, fingers smushed together and impossible.
fuck
And Justin sees it, the porcelain as it glistens in the light that’s been on in the corner since Justin woke up. He sees the last piece of JC that Rico ever really had, and wonders what this means.
The pendant dangles from his fingers, and the world is new again.
Sleeping naked on a bed without sheets or pillows or anything else so luxurious save for the warm body beside him is a new experience for JC.
Justin half-turns, pale skin In the moonlight of such a beautiful beach, and displays an entrance that looks like it’s pining for JC again.
“Sleep inside me,” Justin whispers to him. “Please?”
JC rolls over on top of him, and sees Justin’s digital watch on his hand, it’s just past midnight and JC wonders where all the time goes to. Justin cries out when JC slides in so easily, like it’s instant gratification to see the man below him so stranded and perhaps a little pinned down.
“Love you,” Justin groans, body arching up for something to feel besides the scratchy fabric of the mattress cover, before he adjusts to JC’s steeled presence inside him and falls back asleep.
“Love you, too,” JC says. One hand lifts to his necklace, pondering.
“What’s wrong?” Justin asks, without even turning around to look at him.
“I’d been waiting for a good time to give this to you,” JC sighs. “I…”
“Give me what?” Justin asks, looking steadily over his shoulder. He looks a little nervous, a little worried, but there’s a lot of love in his eyes and JC is more than aware that this is the only chance he’s ever going to get for a moment like this.
He slides from Justin, solemnly, and waits for Justin to turn around before taking the leather strap that always held his pendant in place from his neck.
“JC,” Justin asks, sleep blurred and sighing. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” JC says “I’ve just always wanted to…”
He lays the pendant strong around Justin’s neck, the leather strap just reaching to tie weakly to the back.
“What are you doing?” Justin asks, softly, and brings a hand up to his eyes before dragging it down to touch the pendant.
“I love you, and I want you to have it. You don’t need the luck, but I want you to have it anyway,” JC explains, and smiles afterward.
“I never expected you to give this up, JC,” Justin explains, and his legs fall open as he brings JC closer. “Thank you, baby.”
“No need for thanking me, I love you. People do funny things when they’re in love,” JC says.
Justin smiles at that. “Like sneak away on a pair of motorcycles across the country on a totally kamikaze effort?”
“Yeah,” JC says, as he slides back where he belongs inside Justin and kisses him softly, head laying down to sigh and fall back asleep. “Like that.”
“Thank you,” JC whispers in his ear, still on stage as they wrap around each other in a hug.
“Hey, man, you’ve got to do what makes you happy,” Justin whispers to him. JC nods, sagely as he walks off to watch the rest of the show from afar. He knows all his songs like the back of his hand, now. He knows all of the tone changes and lyrics, all of the notes on the violin, all of the 808 syncopations, it’s like Justin had engeneered all of the album with JC standing cautiously behind him like a parent watching his son build his first castle with legos.
JC knew it all.
When Justin goes back to the dressing room after the show has ended, JC’s gone. He’s probably back to his way to LA by now, never stopping because he never did before. Justin’s tired, but his eyes widen when JC’s scrawl has been written out in concealer in the mirror.
“This is what makes me happy.”
On the corner of the mirror dangles JC’s leo pendant, thin straps of leather with a heavy porcelain lion attatched, and Justin stares at it, puzzled and fascinated and wondering what JC had to drink tonight because this is downright idiotic, even for him.
He’s happy that JC’s still in the hotel by the time he gets back there, and knocks on JC’s door quietly, enough so that if he’s already sleeping, he won’t be disturbed.
“It’s open,” JC says, and Justin pushes through, to see JC in the other side.
“Why did you leave this for me?” Justin asks, pushing all courtesy aside, and Justin’s eyes feel shockingly dry when JC looks at him.
“I’ve been wanting to give it to you for a while,” JC says, and the air hangs in the tiny cove of a bathroom. JC looks at him and puts down his toothbrush, spitting into the sink. “a long while, actually.”
“Why?” Justin asks.
“You never did get it, did you?” JC asks. “All of those years and I’d been waiting for you to wake up or at least tell me ‘no,’ but you’d never even seen it, did you?”
“Seen what,” Justin asks.
“I’m in love with you, Justin,” JC replies, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. There’s no dramatic sigh, no declarations.
“I love you to, man, quit fucking around with me,” Justin says.
“I wish I were fucking around with you,” JC says, seriously, and Justin looks down at the pendant in his hands. “Look Justin. Take it. I want to give it to you, and yes, I know it’s my good luck charm, but perhaps I’m not that lucky anyway, and that just rubs it in. You don’t have to tell anybody about it if you don’t want to. I know I won’t tell anybody either.”
“Kiss me,” Justin says, solidly, and it stops JC cold in his tracks.
“What?” JC asks, “It’s a bit random, don’t you think?’
“Kiss me,” Justin says, “Kiss me and prove it.”
JC steps closer, and when their lips honest to god touch for the first time, Justin has to catch himself on JC, the pendant falling to the hotel room floor loudly. Justin opens his mouth and beckons JC’s tongue in, JC responds to long caresses and the occasional thigh between his legs like he’s been wanting this for years. His moan only convinces Justin that he has been wanting iit for years. Justin can barely breathe by the time it’s all over.
“Okay, Give me three days,” Justin says as they break apart.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” JC says, needily and Justin knows what he means. “But go ahead. Cameron’s a good girl and you shouldn’t break her heart.”
Justin wants to say something, but the only thing that’s even remotely appropriate is to pick up the pendant and strap it around JC’s neck again.
“You can give me this when I come for you,” Justin says.
“are we speaking in concepts, or literals, there?” JC asks.
“I don’t know, maybe a bit of both,” Justin shrugs.
“As long as it makes you happy, J” JC says, softly as they kiss again.
“I think you make me happy just fine, ‘C.’
And now I pass the fuck out. *snore*
Title: Pendant
Fandom: Popslash, JuC.
Rating: PG, mostly.
Summary: The same action in different stories. JC’s pendant is missing, but does it count as missing when he so willingly gives it away?
Dedication: For Babygotbass who didn’t say ‘that’s a stupid idea’ in time before this was written, and for Rikes who always jumps up and down in encouragement.
Warning: EXTREME SHMOOP. And might be rather out of character for current series. Also, done at 4 in the morning, so it might not make sense.
Justin hasn’t done any promotion for this new sound and look of his, very conceptual, sexual and serious. After watching JC with careful, studious eyes for god knows how long, he’s taken what he loves so dearly about the way that JC has become, and throw it into his own sound.
It’s Philladelphia, It’s LA, It’s DC, it’s New York until JC appears like Justin expected him to, sitting in the darkest corner of Justin’s dressing room when Justin comes back after the show. JC’s cut away all of his curly hair, but Justin’s eyes still recognize the rest of him. Dark eyeliner, glossed lips, a cocky smile, and eyes that feel like home even if Justin hates to admit it to himself. He looks almost respectful tonight in skintight leather and a shirt that shows off the angles of his defined chest, even if they don’t show the ink that lies beneath.
“Clever boy,” JC whispers, holding a glass of cognac and uncrossing his legs. “Clever little Timberlake.”
Justin smiles at him, and turns away to start packing up. He’s red, and tries not to tell himself that JC doesn’t pronounce his name like it’s a spiteful, hard kiss.
“You’ll realize just how clever I am, soon enough,” Justin says, matter-of-factly.
“Already have, Justin,” JC smiles at him. “Downloaded your stuff yesterday, sweetie. You getting fucked by someone new, or are all those love songs for little ol’ me?”
“Don’t mock,” Justin snips.
“I’m not,” JC says. “Games aside, I wanted to give you something.”
“Oh?” Justin says.
“Sit down,” JC nods, pointing to the chair in front of the mirror. Reluctantly, Justin does as told, and watches as JC slithers over like quicksilver, putting his drink down and sliding his hands onto Justin’s shoulders, before bringing them up behind his own neck.
Justin knows what he’s doing.
“Don’t question me right now,” JC says, and brings his pendant from his neck. One of his hands, steady and unsure, starts yanking Justin’s tie down, shimmining the knot loose before opening up two buttons on Justin’s oxford shirt. The Leather is warm around Justin’s neck, worn almost to rawhide, and the pendant feels heavy on his neck, like a calm hand on his chest. He closes his eyes, and tries not to be a drama queen.
“It’s given me all the luck in the world,” JC says. “And I want you to have it.”
“JC,” Justin whispers.
“Shh,” JC says, and slides into his lap, rising above him in the chair. “Accept it, sweetie. And besides, I don’t think I can love anybody else more than I love you, anyway. Always said I would give it to someone when I realized I loved them, honest to god.”
Justin sits there, and looks up, silent. JC looks more earnest and honest than he has in years. All the games, all the façade, all of it a distant memory from now. Justin brings his hands to JC’s head, and Justin brings him down for a kiss that feels like Justin could pass out from it and never recover.
“Thank you,” Justin whispers on JC’s lips, and JC smiles big. “I love you, too.”
“You’d better,” JC purrs, before sliding just as easy off Justin’s lap. “I’m going to go back to the hotel, and you’ll be able to do whatever you want to me there.”
“If you give me five minutes to pack up, I can go with you.”
“No,” JC says, standing in the doorsill, “I want to feel naked for a while.”
Justin doesn’t quite know what that means, but he nods and watches as JC finishes the cognac in the glass on Justin’s vanity, and turns to leave. He sticks his head out the room and watches as JC shoves his hands in his coat pockets, and walks proudly away, whistling the melody to one of Justin’s songs as he disappears.
Justin looks at the pendant in the mirror, a constant reminder under suit and tie, and wonders about what will happen when he sees JC again.
When Justin wakes up, Rico’s gone, and it’s nighttime.
He breathes hard as he twists out of the position he’s been in for hours. He groans as his muscles shrink back into their normal positions, and as his eyes pop open, he can see C’s flowery scrawl in black marker all over his body. He hopes Rico didn’t leave for a world tour after attacking Justin’s face with a sharpie.
It’s all over, though, languages that Justin doesn’t even know, Elaborate words in Portuguese, Russian, Italian, German, Dutch, and words that Justin doesn’t even recognize.
Rico’s left him, now, tagged him like a street thug and abandoned him for art’s sake. Ripped him open with exotic rhythm and sex that still lingers and pulls Justin limb by limb even when he’s not around.
Justin’s back arches on the bed, old tired muscles still screaming their hatred. Justin stretches out his toes, and the fingers on his hands only to feel one of his hands tied up, fingers smushed together and impossible.
fuck
And Justin sees it, the porcelain as it glistens in the light that’s been on in the corner since Justin woke up. He sees the last piece of JC that Rico ever really had, and wonders what this means.
The pendant dangles from his fingers, and the world is new again.
Sleeping naked on a bed without sheets or pillows or anything else so luxurious save for the warm body beside him is a new experience for JC.
Justin half-turns, pale skin In the moonlight of such a beautiful beach, and displays an entrance that looks like it’s pining for JC again.
“Sleep inside me,” Justin whispers to him. “Please?”
JC rolls over on top of him, and sees Justin’s digital watch on his hand, it’s just past midnight and JC wonders where all the time goes to. Justin cries out when JC slides in so easily, like it’s instant gratification to see the man below him so stranded and perhaps a little pinned down.
“Love you,” Justin groans, body arching up for something to feel besides the scratchy fabric of the mattress cover, before he adjusts to JC’s steeled presence inside him and falls back asleep.
“Love you, too,” JC says. One hand lifts to his necklace, pondering.
“What’s wrong?” Justin asks, without even turning around to look at him.
“I’d been waiting for a good time to give this to you,” JC sighs. “I…”
“Give me what?” Justin asks, looking steadily over his shoulder. He looks a little nervous, a little worried, but there’s a lot of love in his eyes and JC is more than aware that this is the only chance he’s ever going to get for a moment like this.
He slides from Justin, solemnly, and waits for Justin to turn around before taking the leather strap that always held his pendant in place from his neck.
“JC,” Justin asks, sleep blurred and sighing. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” JC says “I’ve just always wanted to…”
He lays the pendant strong around Justin’s neck, the leather strap just reaching to tie weakly to the back.
“What are you doing?” Justin asks, softly, and brings a hand up to his eyes before dragging it down to touch the pendant.
“I love you, and I want you to have it. You don’t need the luck, but I want you to have it anyway,” JC explains, and smiles afterward.
“I never expected you to give this up, JC,” Justin explains, and his legs fall open as he brings JC closer. “Thank you, baby.”
“No need for thanking me, I love you. People do funny things when they’re in love,” JC says.
Justin smiles at that. “Like sneak away on a pair of motorcycles across the country on a totally kamikaze effort?”
“Yeah,” JC says, as he slides back where he belongs inside Justin and kisses him softly, head laying down to sigh and fall back asleep. “Like that.”
“Thank you,” JC whispers in his ear, still on stage as they wrap around each other in a hug.
“Hey, man, you’ve got to do what makes you happy,” Justin whispers to him. JC nods, sagely as he walks off to watch the rest of the show from afar. He knows all his songs like the back of his hand, now. He knows all of the tone changes and lyrics, all of the notes on the violin, all of the 808 syncopations, it’s like Justin had engeneered all of the album with JC standing cautiously behind him like a parent watching his son build his first castle with legos.
JC knew it all.
When Justin goes back to the dressing room after the show has ended, JC’s gone. He’s probably back to his way to LA by now, never stopping because he never did before. Justin’s tired, but his eyes widen when JC’s scrawl has been written out in concealer in the mirror.
“This is what makes me happy.”
On the corner of the mirror dangles JC’s leo pendant, thin straps of leather with a heavy porcelain lion attatched, and Justin stares at it, puzzled and fascinated and wondering what JC had to drink tonight because this is downright idiotic, even for him.
He’s happy that JC’s still in the hotel by the time he gets back there, and knocks on JC’s door quietly, enough so that if he’s already sleeping, he won’t be disturbed.
“It’s open,” JC says, and Justin pushes through, to see JC in the other side.
“Why did you leave this for me?” Justin asks, pushing all courtesy aside, and Justin’s eyes feel shockingly dry when JC looks at him.
“I’ve been wanting to give it to you for a while,” JC says, and the air hangs in the tiny cove of a bathroom. JC looks at him and puts down his toothbrush, spitting into the sink. “a long while, actually.”
“Why?” Justin asks.
“You never did get it, did you?” JC asks. “All of those years and I’d been waiting for you to wake up or at least tell me ‘no,’ but you’d never even seen it, did you?”
“Seen what,” Justin asks.
“I’m in love with you, Justin,” JC replies, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. There’s no dramatic sigh, no declarations.
“I love you to, man, quit fucking around with me,” Justin says.
“I wish I were fucking around with you,” JC says, seriously, and Justin looks down at the pendant in his hands. “Look Justin. Take it. I want to give it to you, and yes, I know it’s my good luck charm, but perhaps I’m not that lucky anyway, and that just rubs it in. You don’t have to tell anybody about it if you don’t want to. I know I won’t tell anybody either.”
“Kiss me,” Justin says, solidly, and it stops JC cold in his tracks.
“What?” JC asks, “It’s a bit random, don’t you think?’
“Kiss me,” Justin says, “Kiss me and prove it.”
JC steps closer, and when their lips honest to god touch for the first time, Justin has to catch himself on JC, the pendant falling to the hotel room floor loudly. Justin opens his mouth and beckons JC’s tongue in, JC responds to long caresses and the occasional thigh between his legs like he’s been wanting this for years. His moan only convinces Justin that he has been wanting iit for years. Justin can barely breathe by the time it’s all over.
“Okay, Give me three days,” Justin says as they break apart.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” JC says, needily and Justin knows what he means. “But go ahead. Cameron’s a good girl and you shouldn’t break her heart.”
Justin wants to say something, but the only thing that’s even remotely appropriate is to pick up the pendant and strap it around JC’s neck again.
“You can give me this when I come for you,” Justin says.
“are we speaking in concepts, or literals, there?” JC asks.
“I don’t know, maybe a bit of both,” Justin shrugs.
“As long as it makes you happy, J” JC says, softly as they kiss again.
“I think you make me happy just fine, ‘C.’
And now I pass the fuck out. *snore*