You (Popslash, Justin/JC)
You
Popslash; Justin/JC
R; 1393 words
It's always been JC.
For contrelamontre's non-song songfic challenge. Done in 77 minutes. The song is "Take Me Away" by Fefe Dobson, and lyrics used are at the end. I took snippets of the lyrics, and they aren't in order.
Personally, I think the plot progressed a little too quickly, so I hope it's not that awful of a fic.
When Cameron and I break up, I'm at your house within the hour. You aren't home, but I key in the gate code and open your front door with my spare key. I put my stuff away in the spare bedroom closest to yours, and when I walk back downstairs, you're already back home, locking the door behind you.
When you finish with the security pad, you look up to find me staring at you. "Justin! Hey, man. Why are you here? I thought you were still in the Bahamas with Cameron."
"We got back today," I say, and as you start to turn away, I tell you that she dumped me. You are instantly by my side, hugging me close and rubbing comforting circles on my back.
"J, I'm sorry," you murmur into my ear, and I just press against your warm weight. You don't press, just lead me to the couch and sit us both down, your arms still around my waist.
"I...Like, I didn't see this coming, you know? It wasn't like with Brit, I mean, we had a great time on the vacation. We haven't been having problems at all, at least, I didn't think we were. But then, we come back, and she breaks up with me. She says it's because she doesn't think I really want to be with her. What the hell, C? We've been together for three years, man!" I finally break and start crying, and you just hold me in your arms, rubbing gentle circles on my back.
Not having Cameron around is weird at first. I'd see something and think of telling her about it before remembering that we broke up. Slowly, I'm less mad at her and start to get over it. It's easier since it wasn't the way it was with Brit, it was so peaceful and all, but still, I'm used to her being around me and all, and it's just different now.
I'm sitting by the island in the kitchen, watching you wash dishes, and I wonder to myself how long it's last been since we hung out together. Like, really hung out, and I realize that I can't really think of anything.
"Hey, C," I call, and you mumble something in answer. "When was the last time we hung out like this?"
You are just finishing with the dishes, and you turn around, wiping your hands off on a towel. You think for a moment before saying, "I don't know, J." My eyes stray to the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and jeans, and I think it's been too long since I've noticed small things like that about you.
"Oh," I say softly.
"Don't worry about it, J," you tell me in return. "I mean, you had things to do. We all did, you know?"
"Yeah," I reply, but I can't help thinking that all I did was really just fuck Cameron and go to parties. I haven't thought about the guys at much at all, and I can't help feeling a little bit guilty.
"J, don't worry about it," you say again, wrapping your arms around me. "We get it, you know? Like you have this whole new life in front of you, and you have to live it. It doesn't matter, J. We know that we'll always be some of your best friends."
I snuggle further into you, and now that Cameron's gone, all the thoughts that I had forbidden myself to think spring back into my mind, all my thoughts about you. I try to remember when I was just a child, back before you, but I really can't think of life before you. Life before you just consists of me being in a room with a bunch of other kids and Trace.
I mean, when I had been with her, I focused completely on her. My mind strayed once in a while, always because of you, but it was all about her. I know how to act in a relationship. But without that, I'm free to think about how soft and warm you are, how beautiful and strong and so cool, and I really thought that I would have gotten over it by now except no one ever gets over their first love, and when I think about it, I think you're the only one I've ever been in love with.
You withdraw from me and head for the den, and I follow you. You sit on the couch and take out your notebook, and I lie down, my head in your lap, flipping through channels. You rub your hand over my head once in a while, unconsciously, and it feels so good. I remember way back in Germany, before Brit, when it was like this, and my imagination used to run wild back then. Because it's you, and God, I remember how you used to thread your hands through my curls and how good it felt.
You poke me in the shoulder, shaking me from my reminiscence. "Hey, dude, I'm going to go to bed now." I reluctantly get up and watch as you rise, graceful and fluid.
"Can I sleep with you?" rises unbidden to my lips, and you turn around quickly, startled. You study me intently before finally giving a slow nod, and I sigh in relief. You just think it's like what it was in Germany, that I'm lonely because Cameron's gone.
I haven't felt lonely for a long time now, not while I’m with you. I think I probably should have been more hurt, felt more empty, at the breakup, but I don't feel any of that, and I'm sure I really should have.
But when it's you, nothing else matters. I've learned that a long time ago.
It's always been all about you. Beautiful and smart and sexy and cool and pretty and I've always wanted you. When I think about it, even when I was with either of them, I still wanted you no matter how much I repressed any and all thoughts about you.
I slide into bed with you, and I snuggle close to your warmth, slinging an arm around your waist. Wouldn't it be good if we could be together? It would be so good, for both of us. It's like there's always been this vibe between just the two of us, just us, and no one could get through that, not either of them.
I wake up hard, pressed against your hip, and before I can sneak away, you are awake, too, and that's when I feel you press against my thigh, and it feels so much better than I ever thought it would.
"Um. Hi," you mumble sleepily, but I know you are aware of the situation we're in. How can you not be?
"Do you want me, JC?" I ask you softly, and suddenly, you are all awake and trying to shove me away.
"What kind of question is that, Justin?" you ask me when I won't budge, and now, I'm staring in your eyes ocean blue, and I want you so much, I've always wanted you so fucking much.
"What would you say if I told you I wanted you, C?" I breathe softly against your ear, and you stiffen.
"Justin, I..." But we both know. We know each other way too well for you to lie to me, and God, I never knew. Don't you know that I was waiting all my life to know you? Don't you know that it's always been all about you? I think you do, but you just never let yourself think about it.
"C," I whisper. "C, I'm not a little kid, not anymore."
You close your eyes, and I know you've given in. I kiss you, and it's so good, so much better than what I thought it would feel, so much better than anything I've ever had. It's you, and when a dream collides with our reality, when it's us, it can't be anything but good, can it?
God, you are so hot and sweet and tight and so perfect, and I want you and will always want you and need you and love you and then, we are both gone. It's always been you, I tell you, and you just hold me closer, and I know.
Lyrics
I was waiting all my life to know you
All about you
And now I'm staring in your eyes ocean blue
All about you
Wouldn't it be good if we could be together?
I try to remember when I was just a child
In a room
And my imagination used to run wild
I never knew
When a dream collides with our reality
04.01.05
Popslash; Justin/JC
R; 1393 words
It's always been JC.
For contrelamontre's non-song songfic challenge. Done in 77 minutes. The song is "Take Me Away" by Fefe Dobson, and lyrics used are at the end. I took snippets of the lyrics, and they aren't in order.
Personally, I think the plot progressed a little too quickly, so I hope it's not that awful of a fic.
When Cameron and I break up, I'm at your house within the hour. You aren't home, but I key in the gate code and open your front door with my spare key. I put my stuff away in the spare bedroom closest to yours, and when I walk back downstairs, you're already back home, locking the door behind you.
When you finish with the security pad, you look up to find me staring at you. "Justin! Hey, man. Why are you here? I thought you were still in the Bahamas with Cameron."
"We got back today," I say, and as you start to turn away, I tell you that she dumped me. You are instantly by my side, hugging me close and rubbing comforting circles on my back.
"J, I'm sorry," you murmur into my ear, and I just press against your warm weight. You don't press, just lead me to the couch and sit us both down, your arms still around my waist.
"I...Like, I didn't see this coming, you know? It wasn't like with Brit, I mean, we had a great time on the vacation. We haven't been having problems at all, at least, I didn't think we were. But then, we come back, and she breaks up with me. She says it's because she doesn't think I really want to be with her. What the hell, C? We've been together for three years, man!" I finally break and start crying, and you just hold me in your arms, rubbing gentle circles on my back.
Not having Cameron around is weird at first. I'd see something and think of telling her about it before remembering that we broke up. Slowly, I'm less mad at her and start to get over it. It's easier since it wasn't the way it was with Brit, it was so peaceful and all, but still, I'm used to her being around me and all, and it's just different now.
I'm sitting by the island in the kitchen, watching you wash dishes, and I wonder to myself how long it's last been since we hung out together. Like, really hung out, and I realize that I can't really think of anything.
"Hey, C," I call, and you mumble something in answer. "When was the last time we hung out like this?"
You are just finishing with the dishes, and you turn around, wiping your hands off on a towel. You think for a moment before saying, "I don't know, J." My eyes stray to the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and jeans, and I think it's been too long since I've noticed small things like that about you.
"Oh," I say softly.
"Don't worry about it, J," you tell me in return. "I mean, you had things to do. We all did, you know?"
"Yeah," I reply, but I can't help thinking that all I did was really just fuck Cameron and go to parties. I haven't thought about the guys at much at all, and I can't help feeling a little bit guilty.
"J, don't worry about it," you say again, wrapping your arms around me. "We get it, you know? Like you have this whole new life in front of you, and you have to live it. It doesn't matter, J. We know that we'll always be some of your best friends."
I snuggle further into you, and now that Cameron's gone, all the thoughts that I had forbidden myself to think spring back into my mind, all my thoughts about you. I try to remember when I was just a child, back before you, but I really can't think of life before you. Life before you just consists of me being in a room with a bunch of other kids and Trace.
I mean, when I had been with her, I focused completely on her. My mind strayed once in a while, always because of you, but it was all about her. I know how to act in a relationship. But without that, I'm free to think about how soft and warm you are, how beautiful and strong and so cool, and I really thought that I would have gotten over it by now except no one ever gets over their first love, and when I think about it, I think you're the only one I've ever been in love with.
You withdraw from me and head for the den, and I follow you. You sit on the couch and take out your notebook, and I lie down, my head in your lap, flipping through channels. You rub your hand over my head once in a while, unconsciously, and it feels so good. I remember way back in Germany, before Brit, when it was like this, and my imagination used to run wild back then. Because it's you, and God, I remember how you used to thread your hands through my curls and how good it felt.
You poke me in the shoulder, shaking me from my reminiscence. "Hey, dude, I'm going to go to bed now." I reluctantly get up and watch as you rise, graceful and fluid.
"Can I sleep with you?" rises unbidden to my lips, and you turn around quickly, startled. You study me intently before finally giving a slow nod, and I sigh in relief. You just think it's like what it was in Germany, that I'm lonely because Cameron's gone.
I haven't felt lonely for a long time now, not while I’m with you. I think I probably should have been more hurt, felt more empty, at the breakup, but I don't feel any of that, and I'm sure I really should have.
But when it's you, nothing else matters. I've learned that a long time ago.
It's always been all about you. Beautiful and smart and sexy and cool and pretty and I've always wanted you. When I think about it, even when I was with either of them, I still wanted you no matter how much I repressed any and all thoughts about you.
I slide into bed with you, and I snuggle close to your warmth, slinging an arm around your waist. Wouldn't it be good if we could be together? It would be so good, for both of us. It's like there's always been this vibe between just the two of us, just us, and no one could get through that, not either of them.
I wake up hard, pressed against your hip, and before I can sneak away, you are awake, too, and that's when I feel you press against my thigh, and it feels so much better than I ever thought it would.
"Um. Hi," you mumble sleepily, but I know you are aware of the situation we're in. How can you not be?
"Do you want me, JC?" I ask you softly, and suddenly, you are all awake and trying to shove me away.
"What kind of question is that, Justin?" you ask me when I won't budge, and now, I'm staring in your eyes ocean blue, and I want you so much, I've always wanted you so fucking much.
"What would you say if I told you I wanted you, C?" I breathe softly against your ear, and you stiffen.
"Justin, I..." But we both know. We know each other way too well for you to lie to me, and God, I never knew. Don't you know that I was waiting all my life to know you? Don't you know that it's always been all about you? I think you do, but you just never let yourself think about it.
"C," I whisper. "C, I'm not a little kid, not anymore."
You close your eyes, and I know you've given in. I kiss you, and it's so good, so much better than what I thought it would feel, so much better than anything I've ever had. It's you, and when a dream collides with our reality, when it's us, it can't be anything but good, can it?
God, you are so hot and sweet and tight and so perfect, and I want you and will always want you and need you and love you and then, we are both gone. It's always been you, I tell you, and you just hold me closer, and I know.
Lyrics
I was waiting all my life to know you
All about you
And now I'm staring in your eyes ocean blue
All about you
Wouldn't it be good if we could be together?
I try to remember when I was just a child
In a room
And my imagination used to run wild
I never knew
When a dream collides with our reality
04.01.05