Popslash: My Shiny Teeth and Me (Chris/JC)
My contribution to the April Challenge. I went to the dentist today, so what else was I going to write about? *g*
Chris/JC, AU.
My Shiny Teeth and Me
When Chris saw Emily to the door - not without slipping her two extra lollipops when her mom wasn’t looking and making her promise to brush her teeth after each of them - Britney was fidgeting in her chair, cheeks flushed.
"Guess who called just now," she burst out when Chris had waved goodbye to Emily and came over to the desk. Before Chris could answer, however, she already went on, lowering her voice so the other patients in the waiting room wouldn’t hear. "JC Chasez’ manager!"
"Who?"
"JC Chasez," Britney repeated impatiently. "You know, Kate?"
Chris shook his head. "Who?"
"That’s his album, you moron. Top Ten of Billboard charts for weeks now."
Now that she mentioned it, Chris remembered he’d heard a song or two from JC on the radio in the last couple of days. "And his manager called because…"
"Because JC wants you to have a look at his teeth. Jeez, why else call a dentist?" Britney flicked a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder how you got your degree. No, wait, don’t answer that, I like my job."
"Did you tell him that there’s no celebrity bonus? That he needs an appointment and that he has to sit in the waiting room like everybody else?"
"She said JC was fine with that. Apparently you were recommended to him by a certain Justin Timberlake."
"J? He knows people like JC Chasez?"
Britney shrugged. "Working for MTV, I guess he must."
"Okay then. Who’s next?"
***
One and a half weeks later, JC Chasez walked into the practice, an hour too early. Chris didn’t know what he’d expected - maybe leather pants and a jacket saying I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE BEAT on the back. He’d googled a little and half of the pictures he’d found seemed to be of JC in various positions of either humping the stage or twined around a microphone pole.
Instead JC was dressed in washed-out jeans and a dark gray shirt over a light gray, long-sleeved one. His hair was dark and gelled into a small fauxhawk. He took a seat in the waiting room without any protest, while Chris frantically tried to figure out what had just happened. He knew he’d shaken JC’s hand and looked into his eyes while JC had smiled and said, "Nice to meet you".
And then Chris had popped a boner faster than ever since he'd hit puberty. Christ. He had other patients to care for first!
Nevertheless Chris made it through Mrs. Haffner and the McKinsey twins without a problem before he had JC on his chair and any internal mantra of "Keep cool, be professional" was forgotten when JC opened his mouth wide. Because that was just... obscene. It was a singer's mouth, obviously, made to open and belt out lines, but all Chris could think about was how a dick would fit in there so nicely he could almost see himself climb up on JC's chest and prove it.
He checked JC's teeth quickly - they were all fine, as expected, straight and white and freshly brushed, too, judging from the faint minty smell.
"Your mouth is perfect, Mr. Chasez," Chris said, then winced at his choice of words.
JC slurred something that was probably supposed to be "Call me JC", mouth still open with Chris' dental mirror still sticking out. It was sort of endearing.
Chris took the mirror out and pressed the button to move JC's chair upright again. "If you keep on like you did, there's no reason why you should come more often than two or three times a year, just to check."
"Oh." For a moment JC's face fell. Or Chris must have imagined that it did. After all, who the hell was disappointed when they didn't have to go to the dentist?
Chris brought JC to the door like he did every other patient, then willed himself to start forgetting about him as soon as the door closed. Or at least in ten minutes.
Unfortunately that plan went to hell pretty fast when the door to Chris' office flew open not even a minute after he'd settled in here to calm down before he saw the next patient.
"Y'know what?" JC asked. "Justin said you were a bit dense sometimes and might need to have it spelled out for you, so... I think I do need another appointment, after all." He stalked over all predatory-like, like he approached his dancers in the videos Chris had seen on Youtube. JC put his hands on Chris' desk and bent closer. "Make it a private one."
End.
Chris/JC, AU.
My Shiny Teeth and Me
When Chris saw Emily to the door - not without slipping her two extra lollipops when her mom wasn’t looking and making her promise to brush her teeth after each of them - Britney was fidgeting in her chair, cheeks flushed.
"Guess who called just now," she burst out when Chris had waved goodbye to Emily and came over to the desk. Before Chris could answer, however, she already went on, lowering her voice so the other patients in the waiting room wouldn’t hear. "JC Chasez’ manager!"
"Who?"
"JC Chasez," Britney repeated impatiently. "You know, Kate?"
Chris shook his head. "Who?"
"That’s his album, you moron. Top Ten of Billboard charts for weeks now."
Now that she mentioned it, Chris remembered he’d heard a song or two from JC on the radio in the last couple of days. "And his manager called because…"
"Because JC wants you to have a look at his teeth. Jeez, why else call a dentist?" Britney flicked a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder how you got your degree. No, wait, don’t answer that, I like my job."
"Did you tell him that there’s no celebrity bonus? That he needs an appointment and that he has to sit in the waiting room like everybody else?"
"She said JC was fine with that. Apparently you were recommended to him by a certain Justin Timberlake."
"J? He knows people like JC Chasez?"
Britney shrugged. "Working for MTV, I guess he must."
"Okay then. Who’s next?"
***
One and a half weeks later, JC Chasez walked into the practice, an hour too early. Chris didn’t know what he’d expected - maybe leather pants and a jacket saying I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE BEAT on the back. He’d googled a little and half of the pictures he’d found seemed to be of JC in various positions of either humping the stage or twined around a microphone pole.
Instead JC was dressed in washed-out jeans and a dark gray shirt over a light gray, long-sleeved one. His hair was dark and gelled into a small fauxhawk. He took a seat in the waiting room without any protest, while Chris frantically tried to figure out what had just happened. He knew he’d shaken JC’s hand and looked into his eyes while JC had smiled and said, "Nice to meet you".
And then Chris had popped a boner faster than ever since he'd hit puberty. Christ. He had other patients to care for first!
Nevertheless Chris made it through Mrs. Haffner and the McKinsey twins without a problem before he had JC on his chair and any internal mantra of "Keep cool, be professional" was forgotten when JC opened his mouth wide. Because that was just... obscene. It was a singer's mouth, obviously, made to open and belt out lines, but all Chris could think about was how a dick would fit in there so nicely he could almost see himself climb up on JC's chest and prove it.
He checked JC's teeth quickly - they were all fine, as expected, straight and white and freshly brushed, too, judging from the faint minty smell.
"Your mouth is perfect, Mr. Chasez," Chris said, then winced at his choice of words.
JC slurred something that was probably supposed to be "Call me JC", mouth still open with Chris' dental mirror still sticking out. It was sort of endearing.
Chris took the mirror out and pressed the button to move JC's chair upright again. "If you keep on like you did, there's no reason why you should come more often than two or three times a year, just to check."
"Oh." For a moment JC's face fell. Or Chris must have imagined that it did. After all, who the hell was disappointed when they didn't have to go to the dentist?
Chris brought JC to the door like he did every other patient, then willed himself to start forgetting about him as soon as the door closed. Or at least in ten minutes.
Unfortunately that plan went to hell pretty fast when the door to Chris' office flew open not even a minute after he'd settled in here to calm down before he saw the next patient.
"Y'know what?" JC asked. "Justin said you were a bit dense sometimes and might need to have it spelled out for you, so... I think I do need another appointment, after all." He stalked over all predatory-like, like he approached his dancers in the videos Chris had seen on Youtube. JC put his hands on Chris' desk and bent closer. "Make it a private one."
End.