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amfiguree[Intra-N'sync/Crossovers with BSB mostly]
Drabble #1
His eyes flickered frantically past the pages of the bible, scraping fruitlessly at what shreds of sanity he still could save.
Then he found the verse he’d been seeking. “Man…”
His trembling bass faded as the beginning of a head of chocolate-colored hair peeked around the door. He sighed, shutting the book with a crash.
Then, gorgeous sparkling sapphires slammed into frenzied emeralds; and Lance smiled, the verse forgotten; knowing then that he was lost.
Lost to the cerulean eyes, melodic voice, hazel hair… lost to his Josh – his everything.
And suddenly, he didn’t mind.
He didn’t mind at all.
Drabble #2
The room was spinning round and round. His head hurt. His throat hurt. He was sore all over. He moaned and shifted slightly on the bed. “Hey Lance, you feelin’ any better, buddy?” a soft faraway voice.
“No.”
“Aww…” the voice teased. “Widdle Wance isn’t feewing too goowd.” Then it changed to a tone of complete solemnity. “I can make it all better.”
“Shuddup.”
“I’m not kidding.”
Lance opened his eyes slightly, looked into JC’s sincere face, and nodded.
He hadn’t counted on getting sick. Or throwing up one week in a row…
But that kiss made it all worthwhile.
Drabble #3
“JC…” JC buried his face deeper into his pillow. “JC!”
JC muttered something unintelligible and was rewarded with another poke.
“C’mon sunshine.”
“G’way.”
“Get up and I’ll… make you breakfast for a week.”
Nothing.
“I’ll… do your laundry?”
Still nothing.
“C’mon Just,” a deep bass rumbled. “Let me show you how the PROS do it.”
Lance took Justin’s position and murmured in his lover’s ear, “Josh, if you get up now, I’ll join ya in the shower.”
JC was up and at it in a flash.
Lance waltzed into the toilet as Justin giggled, “So THAT’S how you do it.”
Drabble #4
The first time it happened, no one thought it was weird – Lance falling asleep everywhere wasn’t anything new.
The second time – coincidence.
On the third occasion, they began speculating if something WAS up. Lance hardly repeated himself three times. And within such short intervals.
It continued happening more frequently, more obviously, and immunity occurred.
Chris kept wondering, because JC’s lips were often stained with gray the way Lance’s were. Then he wondered when Lance had taken to kissing his work like JC did.
Later Chris realized that Lance didn’t have to kiss his work to get those marks after all.
Drabble #5
JC's hands were cuffed roughly to the bed.
"I didn't say you could move.” Pause. “If you don't behave, I WILL punish you."
JC let out a soft whimper, shaking his head numbly, wishing he could run, but not having enough strength. He was completely naked, surrounded in darkness by his blindfold, and had never felt more vulnerable in his life.
There was a low growl and JC cried out as the whip pressed into his skin, wondering, for a brief second against the blinding pain of his burning skin, when this heaven had turned into a cruel, dark hell.
Drabble #6
"Go 'way."
"Aww, baby, you don't mean that."
"Yes, I do," Lance muttered into his pillow, yawning. "Stop bouncing on me! How the hell d’you have any energy left after that concert? You’re on high, Christopher."
Chris laughed and continued bouncing on his boyfriend. "You know you love me."
"It's at times like these I wonder."
"Ouch," Chris mock pouted. "That was cold."
With a resigned sigh, Lance opened his arms and let Chris slide into his embrace. "Here, let me warm you up... this better?"
"Much," Chris smiled, yawning contentedly. "Goodnight love."
"Goodnight, you irritating little ball of energy."
Drabble #7
Justin sighed, and JC propped his chin up on his arm, studying his lover intently.
"Something wrong?"
"Studio. Bad day."
JC rolled over and placed a soft, light kiss on Justin's lips. "I'm sorry."
Justin's lips lifted just a little, but it was a smile nonetheless. He wrapped his arms around JC's neck, snuggling closer to the older man. "I just want to forget it."
JC smiled seductively, "Let me help."
Justin grinned, grazing the brunette's lips sweetly with his own. As he savoured the feel of JC's warm breath against his neck, he closed his eyes, whispering, "Thank you."
Drabble #8
Chris couldn't understand Joey's obsession with Superman. Neither did he understand why Joey spent their one month anniversary watching Superman reruns. The final straw came when Joey gave him Superman underwear for his birthday.
"Joey, what IS it with you and Superman?"
"Superman's cool!" Joey's eyes brightened when his idol was mentioned. "He's got all these super powers and he can fly and save people and he's nice and everything."
Chris eyed Joey in disbelief.
But then Joey placed a tender kiss on Chris' lips. "And I always try to be just like Superman... 'cause he reminds me of you."
Drabble #9
"Why do you love me?"
Lance looked incredulously at JC. "What?"
"Why do you love me?"
Lance would have laughed if the look on JC's face hadn't been so serious, so questioning. "Because we're meant to be. I can feel it in the depths of my soul. You're the one I think of every day and night, the one who holds my hand when I'm nervous, holds me when I have a hangover, kisses me when I cry. You're the one who cares."
Lance kissed JC gently. "You're the one who loves me back."
JC blushed prettily, and simply smiled.
Drabble #10
Lance quietly entered his hotel room, feeling groggy. He was about to get into bed when he realized the shower was running.
Hmm... strange. He was SURE he'd turned it off.
Then JC emerged, half-naked, whistling tunelessly to himself.
Stranger still.
"G'night Lance!" JC chirped.
Okaaaaayyy, something was definitely not right.
"What are you doing in my room, Jace?"
JC shrugged and didn't answer.
Something was DEFINITELY going on.
JC smiled goofily and pressed a soft kiss on Lance's lips. "Oh. OH."
Suddenly, nothing seemed that strange anymore.
Drabble #11
Lance had a phobia of being late, of failing, of not being able to live up to his reputation.
That’s why he was always rushing. Meetings, the group, sound checks, interviews, concerts, emails, more meetings… He just wanted to stay on top of things, he told the guys, he didn’t want to miss out on anything important.
But when JC took his hand, nuzzled up against his chest and whispered, “Slow down,” he pulled the older man closer as his breath caught in his throat, realizing just what he had missed, and kissed the brunette softly, tenderly, whispering back, “Okay.”
Drabble #12
Justin was nervous.
Heck, he was terrified.
Once upon a time he’d thrown up from stage fright... but he'd only been 15, and JC had been there to hold and reassure him... and stage fright left him alone after that.
But this was different. He was performing *solo*. His knees shook at the thought.
His fingers curled instinctively around JC's leo necklace and as he glanced at the item, his fear vanished, and his anxiety left him completely when he tucked the necklace in his pocket.
He walked confidently onto the stage, smiling. JC’d always had that effect on him.
Drabble #13
It was the way he could make Justin laugh by doing the craziest things.
The way he knew when to leave Justin alone and when to seek him out.
The way he seemed to always know where Justin was.
The way he'd show himself up to save Justin any embarrassment.
They way he'd do whatever he could to cheer Justin up, on the worst days.
The way he let Justin win their wresting matches, even though he was better.
The way he kissed, touched, loved, that made Justin feel special, made Justin love him back.
It was the small things.
Drabble #14
Chris had given up.
He'd tried to tell the guys that really, he didn't like being called old, but no one listened - they never did - so he gave up on that.
Now he'd given up going to clubs – and was jeered at even more by the guys - and finally he'd given up on going out altogether.
So he curled up, a small lonely ball on his huge fucking bed...
And wished the guys would force him to go out.
At least that way he'd know they cared.
So he waited...
And then gave up on that too.
Drabble #15
“Chris!” Justin gasped, pleading now, wanting more. His eyes were dark, blue turned grey with lust.
Chris stroked his length with a finger, just lightly touching it, and Justin hissed, his hands sneaking into Chris’ hair.
“Chris, please.” Still Chris took his time, his fingers wrapping themselves at a tantalizingly pace around Justin’s shaft.
“God.” Justin arched up as Chris began stroking him, slow, tentative touches, that soon evolved into quick, almost brusque squeezes and rubs.
Justin came then, writhing heatedly, Chris’ name on his lips.
And, he decided, as Chris walked away, smirking, that Chris had incredibly talented hands.
Drabble #16
“Justin…”
“This is a bad idea. If you ask me-“
“I didn’t ask you-“
“Which I find is a recurring problem. I’m trying to help you!”
“Dude, I love Britney. I want her back.”
Chris fell silent. Then he said, softly, uncertainly, “Would you give anyone else a chance? See what you’re missing out on?”
Justin looked thoughtful for a minute. “I guess that depends on what they have to offer.”
“All I have to offer is me.” Chris whispered.
Justin looked stunned for a moment, before that thousand-watt grin appeared, and he kissed Chris lightly. “Can we try?”
“Please.”
Drabble #17
They were best friends, lovers, soulmates.
They did everything together, from talking to watching movies, to…
Baking cookies.
Lance had somehow found himself included in JC’s latest conquest – baking.
They stood, bodies touching, kneading the dough in comfortable silence in the kitchen.
Nothing was said as the pastry was shaped and placed in the oven. They sat, waiting for the cookies to be ready, still not speaking, but both with contented smiles on their faces.
“Why baking?” Lance asked finally.
JC simply kissed him.
And that was answer enough.
They were best friends, lovers, soulmates, and that was answer enough.
Drabble #18
They all knew it was a bad idea.
Except Justin and Joey.
Putting the horniest guys of the band together?
God, they were gonna get it.
Night after night, the other three suffered in silence. Until Lance blurted one morning, “You guys are really loud.”
Justin choked on his cereal as Chris started rolling on the floor, convulsing with laughter.
“You can hear us?”
Lance nodded, blushing painfully.
“Oh.”
That night, there was silence.
In the morning, Lance glanced at their pants, and sent them back to “fix” each other.
The noises returned.
Oh, the prices you paid for friendship.
Drabble #19
“I got you breakfast.”
“Mmm… food.”
JC kissed Lance chastely before pulling back, “Mmm… you.”
Lance chuckled, “It’s too early to be horny, Josh.”
JC pouted, “But I’m always horny around you.”
Lance kissed the pouting lips, “Glad I haven’t lost my charm.”
JC eyed Lance’s well-toned body. “Oh, no. Definitely not.”
Lance raised an eyebrow, smiling seductively. “You wanna skip the appetizer–” Lance eyed the food, “And go straight for the main course?” Lance then glanced pointedly at the prominent bulge in JC’s pants.
JC smiled widely and lifted his arms, “I’m bringing you breakfast in bed everyday.”
Drabble #20
At first, you loved all four of them.
Then two up and left you, taking their ridiculously childish behavior with them. You kinda missed it.
You worried then, because that left only two of them. You panicked when another got Kelly pregnant – that left you with only the last to love.
And you loved him desperately, because if he left you, you’d be alone again. You definitely didn’t want that to happen.
So when your name was the first word on his lips when he finally came back down to earth, you embraced him, letting your tears of relief come.
Drabble #21
He was drunk, he decided. Drunk and maybe a little delirious, because he could see Lance's face blinking in and out of his line of vision. Except it couldn't really be Lance.
Because Lance had made it exceedingly clear that their 'getting together' would be wrong. And that it would, and could, never happen.
So JC tipped back another glass of beer, and let Lance continue waltzing before his drunken eyes, the spiraling blur of color and memorized fading laughter all he had left, as he thought back to days when life had held more meaning to him than this.
Drabble #22
They were all stuck on the same bus. In the main compartment, Chris was chomping away on pickles yelling 'bloody murder' because Joey beat him at Playstation every time. In the playroom, Lance (breaking the rules of it being a PLAYroom) was scribbling away, hard at work at Math problems hour after hour after hour. JC was boring, and useless for entertainment, since he'd hole himself up in his bunk, writing more songs about sex (the guy needed to get laid already). So Justin settled himself in a corner, and watched them all, smiling at how at home he felt.
Drabble #23
Justin watched the sunset regretfully, sitting on top of his roof, face tilted towards the horizon. The fading rays haloed his face, a stark contrast to his eyes, which mirrored the dimming light of the sun.
Loss of faith, loss of pride, loss of friendship. Cold eyes, blazing with hidden anger, piercing through and into his own, empty and emotionless. A whispered ‘no’ lingered in his ears, repeated like a broken mantra.
And Justin couldn't understand why, as moisture trickled down his cheek, after everything he'd been through, that a stem of hope was still budding within, waiting to bloom.
Drabble #24
Nick stares at you, and you stare right back, both of you uncertain as to where this is headed -- if it's headed anywhere at all.
"What d’you want to do?"
You hate the way he's looking at you, lost and unsure; you hate the way his simple sentence makes you feel like all this is your fault, even though he's as much to blame in this as you are, and you both know it.
You stare at him, aching to reach out, to make all this disappear. But then you remember, and it's not okay anymore. "I don't know."
Drabble #25
"Do this often?"
"Think 'Without Me'."
"You're lucky you look hot. Or I'd dump your weirdo ass and pretend I didn’t know you."
Eminem settled himself on the bike behind Chris, hands skating across the familiar torso, "Just fuckin' drive."
Chris' revved the engine, breath hitching, glancing at Eminem through the rearview mirror, "When we get back to my place, you hack up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me."
"Fucked-up and cross-dressed?"
"However you fucking want," Chris clenched the motorcycle handles in a white-knuckled grip as languid fingers danced across his skin in silent acquiescence.
Drabble #26
“Nick, not now. You’re distracting me.”
Nick couldn’t hide his smile at the hint of irritation in Justin’s voice. He ignored it, and continued massaging gentle circles at the back of Justin’s neck with his tongue. His hands slid fluidly down Justin’s shoulders, down to his hips, to his thighs, and then inward, ghosting touches across anticipating skin.
“Nick,” Justin’s voice hitched as he tilted his head back to rest on Nick’s shoulder; then Nick’s mouth began sucking Justin’s collarbone, gently. “Nick.”
Then the laptop was flung across the room, and Nick’s lips were warm and moist on Justin’s skin.
Drabble #27
“I feel stupid.” Justin tried to keep his voice down, as he glared at Nick, who paid him no attention. “I feel *stupid*.” Justin repeated, his voice starting to rise.
“Shh!” Nick admonished, giving Justin an irritated shake of the head. “You feel stupid, I know. Now shut up and wait for it.”
Justin crossed his arms, mumbling, “easy for you to say. You’re not the one wearing this crazy-assed *MERMAID* costume, with shells on your chest!”
Nick turned then, slamming Justin into the wall and kissing him, effectively shutting Justin up. “Shut up,” he pulled away.
Justin shut up.
Drabble #1
His eyes flickered frantically past the pages of the bible, scraping fruitlessly at what shreds of sanity he still could save.
Then he found the verse he’d been seeking. “Man…”
His trembling bass faded as the beginning of a head of chocolate-colored hair peeked around the door. He sighed, shutting the book with a crash.
Then, gorgeous sparkling sapphires slammed into frenzied emeralds; and Lance smiled, the verse forgotten; knowing then that he was lost.
Lost to the cerulean eyes, melodic voice, hazel hair… lost to his Josh – his everything.
And suddenly, he didn’t mind.
He didn’t mind at all.
Drabble #2
The room was spinning round and round. His head hurt. His throat hurt. He was sore all over. He moaned and shifted slightly on the bed. “Hey Lance, you feelin’ any better, buddy?” a soft faraway voice.
“No.”
“Aww…” the voice teased. “Widdle Wance isn’t feewing too goowd.” Then it changed to a tone of complete solemnity. “I can make it all better.”
“Shuddup.”
“I’m not kidding.”
Lance opened his eyes slightly, looked into JC’s sincere face, and nodded.
He hadn’t counted on getting sick. Or throwing up one week in a row…
But that kiss made it all worthwhile.
Drabble #3
“JC…” JC buried his face deeper into his pillow. “JC!”
JC muttered something unintelligible and was rewarded with another poke.
“C’mon sunshine.”
“G’way.”
“Get up and I’ll… make you breakfast for a week.”
Nothing.
“I’ll… do your laundry?”
Still nothing.
“C’mon Just,” a deep bass rumbled. “Let me show you how the PROS do it.”
Lance took Justin’s position and murmured in his lover’s ear, “Josh, if you get up now, I’ll join ya in the shower.”
JC was up and at it in a flash.
Lance waltzed into the toilet as Justin giggled, “So THAT’S how you do it.”
Drabble #4
The first time it happened, no one thought it was weird – Lance falling asleep everywhere wasn’t anything new.
The second time – coincidence.
On the third occasion, they began speculating if something WAS up. Lance hardly repeated himself three times. And within such short intervals.
It continued happening more frequently, more obviously, and immunity occurred.
Chris kept wondering, because JC’s lips were often stained with gray the way Lance’s were. Then he wondered when Lance had taken to kissing his work like JC did.
Later Chris realized that Lance didn’t have to kiss his work to get those marks after all.
Drabble #5
JC's hands were cuffed roughly to the bed.
"I didn't say you could move.” Pause. “If you don't behave, I WILL punish you."
JC let out a soft whimper, shaking his head numbly, wishing he could run, but not having enough strength. He was completely naked, surrounded in darkness by his blindfold, and had never felt more vulnerable in his life.
There was a low growl and JC cried out as the whip pressed into his skin, wondering, for a brief second against the blinding pain of his burning skin, when this heaven had turned into a cruel, dark hell.
Drabble #6
"Go 'way."
"Aww, baby, you don't mean that."
"Yes, I do," Lance muttered into his pillow, yawning. "Stop bouncing on me! How the hell d’you have any energy left after that concert? You’re on high, Christopher."
Chris laughed and continued bouncing on his boyfriend. "You know you love me."
"It's at times like these I wonder."
"Ouch," Chris mock pouted. "That was cold."
With a resigned sigh, Lance opened his arms and let Chris slide into his embrace. "Here, let me warm you up... this better?"
"Much," Chris smiled, yawning contentedly. "Goodnight love."
"Goodnight, you irritating little ball of energy."
Drabble #7
Justin sighed, and JC propped his chin up on his arm, studying his lover intently.
"Something wrong?"
"Studio. Bad day."
JC rolled over and placed a soft, light kiss on Justin's lips. "I'm sorry."
Justin's lips lifted just a little, but it was a smile nonetheless. He wrapped his arms around JC's neck, snuggling closer to the older man. "I just want to forget it."
JC smiled seductively, "Let me help."
Justin grinned, grazing the brunette's lips sweetly with his own. As he savoured the feel of JC's warm breath against his neck, he closed his eyes, whispering, "Thank you."
Drabble #8
Chris couldn't understand Joey's obsession with Superman. Neither did he understand why Joey spent their one month anniversary watching Superman reruns. The final straw came when Joey gave him Superman underwear for his birthday.
"Joey, what IS it with you and Superman?"
"Superman's cool!" Joey's eyes brightened when his idol was mentioned. "He's got all these super powers and he can fly and save people and he's nice and everything."
Chris eyed Joey in disbelief.
But then Joey placed a tender kiss on Chris' lips. "And I always try to be just like Superman... 'cause he reminds me of you."
Drabble #9
"Why do you love me?"
Lance looked incredulously at JC. "What?"
"Why do you love me?"
Lance would have laughed if the look on JC's face hadn't been so serious, so questioning. "Because we're meant to be. I can feel it in the depths of my soul. You're the one I think of every day and night, the one who holds my hand when I'm nervous, holds me when I have a hangover, kisses me when I cry. You're the one who cares."
Lance kissed JC gently. "You're the one who loves me back."
JC blushed prettily, and simply smiled.
Drabble #10
Lance quietly entered his hotel room, feeling groggy. He was about to get into bed when he realized the shower was running.
Hmm... strange. He was SURE he'd turned it off.
Then JC emerged, half-naked, whistling tunelessly to himself.
Stranger still.
"G'night Lance!" JC chirped.
Okaaaaayyy, something was definitely not right.
"What are you doing in my room, Jace?"
JC shrugged and didn't answer.
Something was DEFINITELY going on.
JC smiled goofily and pressed a soft kiss on Lance's lips. "Oh. OH."
Suddenly, nothing seemed that strange anymore.
Drabble #11
Lance had a phobia of being late, of failing, of not being able to live up to his reputation.
That’s why he was always rushing. Meetings, the group, sound checks, interviews, concerts, emails, more meetings… He just wanted to stay on top of things, he told the guys, he didn’t want to miss out on anything important.
But when JC took his hand, nuzzled up against his chest and whispered, “Slow down,” he pulled the older man closer as his breath caught in his throat, realizing just what he had missed, and kissed the brunette softly, tenderly, whispering back, “Okay.”
Drabble #12
Justin was nervous.
Heck, he was terrified.
Once upon a time he’d thrown up from stage fright... but he'd only been 15, and JC had been there to hold and reassure him... and stage fright left him alone after that.
But this was different. He was performing *solo*. His knees shook at the thought.
His fingers curled instinctively around JC's leo necklace and as he glanced at the item, his fear vanished, and his anxiety left him completely when he tucked the necklace in his pocket.
He walked confidently onto the stage, smiling. JC’d always had that effect on him.
Drabble #13
It was the way he could make Justin laugh by doing the craziest things.
The way he knew when to leave Justin alone and when to seek him out.
The way he seemed to always know where Justin was.
The way he'd show himself up to save Justin any embarrassment.
They way he'd do whatever he could to cheer Justin up, on the worst days.
The way he let Justin win their wresting matches, even though he was better.
The way he kissed, touched, loved, that made Justin feel special, made Justin love him back.
It was the small things.
Drabble #14
Chris had given up.
He'd tried to tell the guys that really, he didn't like being called old, but no one listened - they never did - so he gave up on that.
Now he'd given up going to clubs – and was jeered at even more by the guys - and finally he'd given up on going out altogether.
So he curled up, a small lonely ball on his huge fucking bed...
And wished the guys would force him to go out.
At least that way he'd know they cared.
So he waited...
And then gave up on that too.
Drabble #15
“Chris!” Justin gasped, pleading now, wanting more. His eyes were dark, blue turned grey with lust.
Chris stroked his length with a finger, just lightly touching it, and Justin hissed, his hands sneaking into Chris’ hair.
“Chris, please.” Still Chris took his time, his fingers wrapping themselves at a tantalizingly pace around Justin’s shaft.
“God.” Justin arched up as Chris began stroking him, slow, tentative touches, that soon evolved into quick, almost brusque squeezes and rubs.
Justin came then, writhing heatedly, Chris’ name on his lips.
And, he decided, as Chris walked away, smirking, that Chris had incredibly talented hands.
Drabble #16
“Justin…”
“This is a bad idea. If you ask me-“
“I didn’t ask you-“
“Which I find is a recurring problem. I’m trying to help you!”
“Dude, I love Britney. I want her back.”
Chris fell silent. Then he said, softly, uncertainly, “Would you give anyone else a chance? See what you’re missing out on?”
Justin looked thoughtful for a minute. “I guess that depends on what they have to offer.”
“All I have to offer is me.” Chris whispered.
Justin looked stunned for a moment, before that thousand-watt grin appeared, and he kissed Chris lightly. “Can we try?”
“Please.”
Drabble #17
They were best friends, lovers, soulmates.
They did everything together, from talking to watching movies, to…
Baking cookies.
Lance had somehow found himself included in JC’s latest conquest – baking.
They stood, bodies touching, kneading the dough in comfortable silence in the kitchen.
Nothing was said as the pastry was shaped and placed in the oven. They sat, waiting for the cookies to be ready, still not speaking, but both with contented smiles on their faces.
“Why baking?” Lance asked finally.
JC simply kissed him.
And that was answer enough.
They were best friends, lovers, soulmates, and that was answer enough.
Drabble #18
They all knew it was a bad idea.
Except Justin and Joey.
Putting the horniest guys of the band together?
God, they were gonna get it.
Night after night, the other three suffered in silence. Until Lance blurted one morning, “You guys are really loud.”
Justin choked on his cereal as Chris started rolling on the floor, convulsing with laughter.
“You can hear us?”
Lance nodded, blushing painfully.
“Oh.”
That night, there was silence.
In the morning, Lance glanced at their pants, and sent them back to “fix” each other.
The noises returned.
Oh, the prices you paid for friendship.
Drabble #19
“I got you breakfast.”
“Mmm… food.”
JC kissed Lance chastely before pulling back, “Mmm… you.”
Lance chuckled, “It’s too early to be horny, Josh.”
JC pouted, “But I’m always horny around you.”
Lance kissed the pouting lips, “Glad I haven’t lost my charm.”
JC eyed Lance’s well-toned body. “Oh, no. Definitely not.”
Lance raised an eyebrow, smiling seductively. “You wanna skip the appetizer–” Lance eyed the food, “And go straight for the main course?” Lance then glanced pointedly at the prominent bulge in JC’s pants.
JC smiled widely and lifted his arms, “I’m bringing you breakfast in bed everyday.”
Drabble #20
At first, you loved all four of them.
Then two up and left you, taking their ridiculously childish behavior with them. You kinda missed it.
You worried then, because that left only two of them. You panicked when another got Kelly pregnant – that left you with only the last to love.
And you loved him desperately, because if he left you, you’d be alone again. You definitely didn’t want that to happen.
So when your name was the first word on his lips when he finally came back down to earth, you embraced him, letting your tears of relief come.
Drabble #21
He was drunk, he decided. Drunk and maybe a little delirious, because he could see Lance's face blinking in and out of his line of vision. Except it couldn't really be Lance.
Because Lance had made it exceedingly clear that their 'getting together' would be wrong. And that it would, and could, never happen.
So JC tipped back another glass of beer, and let Lance continue waltzing before his drunken eyes, the spiraling blur of color and memorized fading laughter all he had left, as he thought back to days when life had held more meaning to him than this.
Drabble #22
They were all stuck on the same bus. In the main compartment, Chris was chomping away on pickles yelling 'bloody murder' because Joey beat him at Playstation every time. In the playroom, Lance (breaking the rules of it being a PLAYroom) was scribbling away, hard at work at Math problems hour after hour after hour. JC was boring, and useless for entertainment, since he'd hole himself up in his bunk, writing more songs about sex (the guy needed to get laid already). So Justin settled himself in a corner, and watched them all, smiling at how at home he felt.
Drabble #23
Justin watched the sunset regretfully, sitting on top of his roof, face tilted towards the horizon. The fading rays haloed his face, a stark contrast to his eyes, which mirrored the dimming light of the sun.
Loss of faith, loss of pride, loss of friendship. Cold eyes, blazing with hidden anger, piercing through and into his own, empty and emotionless. A whispered ‘no’ lingered in his ears, repeated like a broken mantra.
And Justin couldn't understand why, as moisture trickled down his cheek, after everything he'd been through, that a stem of hope was still budding within, waiting to bloom.
Drabble #24
Nick stares at you, and you stare right back, both of you uncertain as to where this is headed -- if it's headed anywhere at all.
"What d’you want to do?"
You hate the way he's looking at you, lost and unsure; you hate the way his simple sentence makes you feel like all this is your fault, even though he's as much to blame in this as you are, and you both know it.
You stare at him, aching to reach out, to make all this disappear. But then you remember, and it's not okay anymore. "I don't know."
Drabble #25
"Do this often?"
"Think 'Without Me'."
"You're lucky you look hot. Or I'd dump your weirdo ass and pretend I didn’t know you."
Eminem settled himself on the bike behind Chris, hands skating across the familiar torso, "Just fuckin' drive."
Chris' revved the engine, breath hitching, glancing at Eminem through the rearview mirror, "When we get back to my place, you hack up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me."
"Fucked-up and cross-dressed?"
"However you fucking want," Chris clenched the motorcycle handles in a white-knuckled grip as languid fingers danced across his skin in silent acquiescence.
Drabble #26
“Nick, not now. You’re distracting me.”
Nick couldn’t hide his smile at the hint of irritation in Justin’s voice. He ignored it, and continued massaging gentle circles at the back of Justin’s neck with his tongue. His hands slid fluidly down Justin’s shoulders, down to his hips, to his thighs, and then inward, ghosting touches across anticipating skin.
“Nick,” Justin’s voice hitched as he tilted his head back to rest on Nick’s shoulder; then Nick’s mouth began sucking Justin’s collarbone, gently. “Nick.”
Then the laptop was flung across the room, and Nick’s lips were warm and moist on Justin’s skin.
Drabble #27
“I feel stupid.” Justin tried to keep his voice down, as he glared at Nick, who paid him no attention. “I feel *stupid*.” Justin repeated, his voice starting to rise.
“Shh!” Nick admonished, giving Justin an irritated shake of the head. “You feel stupid, I know. Now shut up and wait for it.”
Justin crossed his arms, mumbling, “easy for you to say. You’re not the one wearing this crazy-assed *MERMAID* costume, with shells on your chest!”
Nick turned then, slamming Justin into the wall and kissing him, effectively shutting Justin up. “Shut up,” he pulled away.
Justin shut up.
