Infatuation
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Infatuation
His eyes drew JC in, at first, pale green with deadly allure, a contrast of sweetness and something completely, utterly dangerous. Utterly enthralling.
He was decked in a comfortably tight shirt, drawn just so over his muscled stomach and arms in a way that tightened JC's jeans uncomfortably. A pair of faded blue jeans completed his simple outfit, and the only other piece of clothing he held was a black leather jacket, which he'd hooked onto a finger and swung casually back on one shoulder.
His hair was a dark cocoa brown, and his blonde highlights certainly agreed with his overall appearance. JC watched as the stranger leant back against a wall, ankles crossed, surveying the party with an air of condescending indifference. JC felt the same, although his smile never wavered as his legs began to move involuntarily towards the young man.
The host of the party, however, stopped him midway and offered him a warm smile, "Hey, C. Glad you could make it, man. Help yourself to the food and the chicks."
"Been there, done that," JC grinned at Justin, a longtime friend, "but you know this isn't my scene, J."
"I meant it figuratively. The whole town knows you don't dig chicks no more, dude." Justin laughed a little.
JC just shrugged, shaking his head with a smile, before remembering the object of his admiration, and asking, with a slight blush, "Hey, the new kid. You know him?"
"Why else would he be at this party, man?" Justin was laughing at him, now, as he was often inclined to do. "Yeah, I know him. He came in a while ago from god-only-knows-where. He doesn't talk much, but he's a good kid. Name's Lance, and from what he's told me, he's as much of a poof as you are." That statement earned Justin a good-natured punch on the shoulder. "But seriously, man. He's an okay guy. I can introduce y'all, if you want."
"Nah, I'm gonna do this JC style."
"You mean, walk-up-to-him-hoping-I-don't-trip-over-my-own-two-feet style? Go for it. But I gotta catch up with the chicks, yo, so I'll catch you later, aight?" Justin winked devilishly at JC, and was off again, scrutinizing the crowd for a willing party whom he could interest.
JC couldn't resist a chuckle as he looked up, intending to head towards Lance again. He frowned when he realized said party had disappeared, and craned his neck to spot him again. Seeing no one, JC started for the wall, determined to at least trying to find the blonde.
"You come here often?"
JC turned smoothly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. His breath all but hitched in his throat as he took in the wholly appetizing view, but his voice was appropriately composed as he replied, "You could say that. Timberlake's an old friend."
A hand was extended, "Lance Bass."
"JC Chasez," he took the proffered hand, only mildly shocked by the strong grip, and soft, warm skin.
"So, JC." And JC was halfway surprised at Lance not asking what his initials stood for – it was a common question, one he'd gotten so used to that he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking Lance why he hadn't asked. "Enjoying the party?"
JC let out a reserved smile, shrugging. "Social obligation."
Lance just smiled, nodding knowingly as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jean pocket. Flipping it open, he lifted a stick to his mouth, motioning for JC to do the same. JC declined with a polite shake of his head, producing a lighter for Lance before the younger man opened his mouth.
"You carry a lighter, but you don't smoke." Lance smiled, a slip of amusement in his voice, as his cigarette was lighted and he took a long drag.
"Takes all kinds." JC replied, smiling back, the slight curve of Lance's lips stroking his nerves as his heart began to pound against his chest. The silence that ensued heightened JC's unwilling senses, and he breathed in the mingle of cologne and sweat from his partner as they continued watching the other patrons of the party in silence. Finally, tired of the hush, JC asked uncertainly, "So. Where're you from?"
Lance turned to him, eyes bright. "It's that obvious, huh?"
"This is a small town," JC shrugged, smilingly, "Any time strangers come in here, everyone knows."
"Especially if they've been asking 'round." Something about the suggestion in Lance's statement made JC blush, but Lance only pushed on. "I was born in Mississippi, but we relocated to Spain when I was one and a half. I headed back to Mississippi when my parents died, about two years back, with my sister and brother-in-law."
"Wow." JC struggled to find the right words, but Lance eased the dilemma by continuing.
"So yeah. This weekend they both told me, in no uncertain terms, that they'd like their perfect lives to resume without the interference of the only thing that was ruining their status – me, 'cause homosexuality isn't too welcome where I'm from. So I packed my stuff, took the car, and drove on to the next state."
JC nodded, and was about to sympathize, when the band began belting out a new piece of music, and Lance broke into a smile, all traces of earlier emotion vanishing, "Nothing like a bit of Latin jazz to cheer you up, man. Do you dance?"
JC, slightly thrown off by the change in direction of their conversation, nodded slowly, and watched as Lance's smile widened somewhat. The blonde dropped his cigarette, and JC watched the orange glow for a second before fixing his gaze on Lance's extended hand. "Then let's go."
His touch was electric, and JC's mouth went dry as they joined the rest of the crowd, blending in easily, swaying to the sultry music, the chemistry between them building, heated and palpable.
JC sucked in a breath, rattled and unsure, when Lance put his hands gently on willing hips, a soft smile curving his lips. "Relax," he whispered, and JC almost choked on his own laughter as the word resounded beguilingly in his head.
They moved in harmony, their bodies fluidly shifting and blending into the music the beat, the spark of attraction they both felt, very vividly. Lance allowed the smallest curling of his lips as he guided JC into a sudden dip, the brunette having to cling to his neck and shirt to keep himself from falling, and instinctively, he coiled his leg around Lance's, meeting amused green eyes as he was pulled upright again.
"God," he whispered, breathlessly, losing himself for a minute. Lance's fingers lingered on his hips, his thigh, his cheek, his chest, and each touch caused JC's heart to surge, pounding wildly against his chest, his face hot.
JC felt himself being pulled in, as they continued moving to the beat. It felt, almost, as though there was something drawing him closer to Lance, closer and closer and closer still. He leaned in, and Lance's eyes seemed to brighten, as though a spark had been lit, and JC was about to smile, but then they were kissing, soft and tentative and oh-so-good, and when Lance pulled away, JC stared at him, unblinkingly, almost losing his footing as they spun two steps to the right.
The music had stopped, and changed now, and JC hadn't noticed in the slightest. He moved with Lance, slowly now, their faces almost meeting. His heart was racing in his chest, and JC felt himself giving into temptation. He was so close, and god, those lips…
"Come on." The words were soft, barely a rustle past his ears, but JC went willingly, and followed Lance to a quieter side of the party, where they could watch the stars in relative silence, the music from the band fading in the distance. JC could hear a different beat playing now; the tango of infatuation, dizzyingly fast, a roller coaster of emotions, in which he was blinded by pure animal instinct, want and need colliding in a colorful world of sparks.
It felt exciting, thrilling, dangerous, all at the same time. And JC could almost remember the once faded dreams he'd had, when he'd been young and naïve, when he'd still believed there was something to believe in.
Liquid fire began burning through his veins as Lance touched his lips to JC's again, softly, a bare caress of skin on skin. JC tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat, and Lance smiled, softly, "Kiss me."
And those were the words he'd been looking for.
JC leaned in, again, his entire being fixated, throbbing, wanting Lance more than he'd wanted… more than he'd wanted in his whole life. Their lips met, more fervently now, and then hands were warm on hot skin, heated and pulsating with the need for more, please god more, and JC could feel Lance trembling beneath him, his heart beating almost as rapidly at JC's, and that somehow calmed him, as he slipped his hand into Lance's hair, inviting him closer.
Their bodies touched, and JC forgot everything his mother had ever taught him about being careful, about staying aloof, making sure he never gave in. He'd forgotten all that, the minute he'd seen Lance, and those gorgeous, hypnotic eyes.
Her words rang faintly in the back of his mind as he opened his mouth, allowing Lance access; their tongues met, warm and velvet, and JC heard someone groan, though he couldn't tell if it had come from Lance's throat or his own. 'You'll regret it. You'll regret it when you're older, like me, and when you have nothing left except. Except your mistake, and the rest of your life to live with it.'
Remembering, he pulled away, breathless, staring at Lance with something akin to adoration.
"I need you." Lance's voice was hoarse, sincere, and JC felt his cheeks begin to color. Such a girl, he chided himself, and then let Lance pull him close, their foreheads touching. "Come with me, JC. It's not right for me, here. Come with me, back to Puerto Rico, or to Hawaii, somewhere that's not here. Let's go tonight. Just me and you."
JC opened his mouth, and then shut it. "We've only just met."
"Fate. You believe in it, I know you do." Lance tilted JC's face to meet his own.
Yes, JC wanted to tell him, red lips curved into a smile, eyes big and bright and innocent, alluring. Yes, I'll go with you.
Lance lifted his hand, a finger tracing JC's jawline. "Come with me."
JC shut his eyes, his mother's words resounding in his head, again, suddenly, and JC felt himself anger. She was unwelcome there, unwelcome and he wanted her to just leave him alone. He could handle himself. 'I love you. I just want what's best for you. You know that. Don't make me regret this, JC. You know what to do. I can't decide for you anymore. But make sure you don't give this heart away too fast. I don't want to see you hurt. Don't make me watch you get hurt.'
JC's eyes reopened, and he looked at Lance, who looked back, openly. "Come with me," he said again, his smile faltering when JC looked to the ground for answers. "Please?"
"We don't have anything."
"This would be a start," Lance smiled warmly, when JC turned his eyes back on him, and it melted the older man's heart, clenched it, held on and wouldn't let go. "It's our world to conquer, JC. Come with me."
JC felt like he was five again, and wherever he turned, something was in the way, and he was tripping, stumbling, over pebbles and boxes and mountains and hills, and he just didn't know what to do anymore.
"I." JC paused. "I don't know."
"Why not? We could try, JC. You and me."
"You and me." JC tried the words out, deciding he liked the way they rolled around his mouth. "You and me."
"Come with me," Lance said again, and JC thought he sounded like a broken record; it was still soft, still soothing, and JC could almost see them together, create a future for them in his mind, driving into the dark wilderness, fingers wrapped around one another's, lips still curved upwards as the comfortable silence stretched.
He turned to look at the party, the life he'd known since… since he couldn't remember, and then he looked at Lance, who was still smiling, soft and pliant and willing, and then up at the sky, the stars a stark contrast against the huge canvas of black.
JC felt Lance's fingers curl around his own, and he looked down, blankly. Their contact made his hair stand on end, and he decided at last, as a smile crossed his lips. "Do you have a car?"
Lance smiled right back, and JC couldn't think he'd made the wrong decision.
Lance lit another cigarette, and JC watched him, marveling at his composure, his beauty. "One minute."
"It's okay," Lance shook his head, "Take your time. Pack. Leave a note. I'll be here."
JC licked his lips, nodding as he slung his bag over his shoulder. His passport was in his jacket pocket, as was his bankbook, and he wallet he'd tucked safely along with his passport, and he was comforted as he felt the weight of the objects ground him. This was real.
He ran down the steps to his apartment, and Lance smiled again when he saw he was ready. "Let's go."
Lance dropped the cigarette, and opened the door to his convertible. He ducked his head, about to step in, but JC interrupted him.
"We should stamp that out." JC's voice was soft. "It's not--"
Lance pulled out to glance at JC. "You can. If you want."
JC just stared, again, watching the smoke rise in almost-rivulets, stinging his eyes so he felt himself beginning to tear. He looked up, and Lance was still looking at him, quietly, and he made up his mind, turning away from the glow, moving forward and sliding his fingers into Lance's and pressing a soft kiss to the side of the blonde's mouth, "I'll take my chances."
-fin-
Infatuation
His eyes drew JC in, at first, pale green with deadly allure, a contrast of sweetness and something completely, utterly dangerous. Utterly enthralling.
He was decked in a comfortably tight shirt, drawn just so over his muscled stomach and arms in a way that tightened JC's jeans uncomfortably. A pair of faded blue jeans completed his simple outfit, and the only other piece of clothing he held was a black leather jacket, which he'd hooked onto a finger and swung casually back on one shoulder.
His hair was a dark cocoa brown, and his blonde highlights certainly agreed with his overall appearance. JC watched as the stranger leant back against a wall, ankles crossed, surveying the party with an air of condescending indifference. JC felt the same, although his smile never wavered as his legs began to move involuntarily towards the young man.
The host of the party, however, stopped him midway and offered him a warm smile, "Hey, C. Glad you could make it, man. Help yourself to the food and the chicks."
"Been there, done that," JC grinned at Justin, a longtime friend, "but you know this isn't my scene, J."
"I meant it figuratively. The whole town knows you don't dig chicks no more, dude." Justin laughed a little.
JC just shrugged, shaking his head with a smile, before remembering the object of his admiration, and asking, with a slight blush, "Hey, the new kid. You know him?"
"Why else would he be at this party, man?" Justin was laughing at him, now, as he was often inclined to do. "Yeah, I know him. He came in a while ago from god-only-knows-where. He doesn't talk much, but he's a good kid. Name's Lance, and from what he's told me, he's as much of a poof as you are." That statement earned Justin a good-natured punch on the shoulder. "But seriously, man. He's an okay guy. I can introduce y'all, if you want."
"Nah, I'm gonna do this JC style."
"You mean, walk-up-to-him-hoping-I-don't-trip-over-my-own-two-feet style? Go for it. But I gotta catch up with the chicks, yo, so I'll catch you later, aight?" Justin winked devilishly at JC, and was off again, scrutinizing the crowd for a willing party whom he could interest.
JC couldn't resist a chuckle as he looked up, intending to head towards Lance again. He frowned when he realized said party had disappeared, and craned his neck to spot him again. Seeing no one, JC started for the wall, determined to at least trying to find the blonde.
"You come here often?"
JC turned smoothly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. His breath all but hitched in his throat as he took in the wholly appetizing view, but his voice was appropriately composed as he replied, "You could say that. Timberlake's an old friend."
A hand was extended, "Lance Bass."
"JC Chasez," he took the proffered hand, only mildly shocked by the strong grip, and soft, warm skin.
"So, JC." And JC was halfway surprised at Lance not asking what his initials stood for – it was a common question, one he'd gotten so used to that he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking Lance why he hadn't asked. "Enjoying the party?"
JC let out a reserved smile, shrugging. "Social obligation."
Lance just smiled, nodding knowingly as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jean pocket. Flipping it open, he lifted a stick to his mouth, motioning for JC to do the same. JC declined with a polite shake of his head, producing a lighter for Lance before the younger man opened his mouth.
"You carry a lighter, but you don't smoke." Lance smiled, a slip of amusement in his voice, as his cigarette was lighted and he took a long drag.
"Takes all kinds." JC replied, smiling back, the slight curve of Lance's lips stroking his nerves as his heart began to pound against his chest. The silence that ensued heightened JC's unwilling senses, and he breathed in the mingle of cologne and sweat from his partner as they continued watching the other patrons of the party in silence. Finally, tired of the hush, JC asked uncertainly, "So. Where're you from?"
Lance turned to him, eyes bright. "It's that obvious, huh?"
"This is a small town," JC shrugged, smilingly, "Any time strangers come in here, everyone knows."
"Especially if they've been asking 'round." Something about the suggestion in Lance's statement made JC blush, but Lance only pushed on. "I was born in Mississippi, but we relocated to Spain when I was one and a half. I headed back to Mississippi when my parents died, about two years back, with my sister and brother-in-law."
"Wow." JC struggled to find the right words, but Lance eased the dilemma by continuing.
"So yeah. This weekend they both told me, in no uncertain terms, that they'd like their perfect lives to resume without the interference of the only thing that was ruining their status – me, 'cause homosexuality isn't too welcome where I'm from. So I packed my stuff, took the car, and drove on to the next state."
JC nodded, and was about to sympathize, when the band began belting out a new piece of music, and Lance broke into a smile, all traces of earlier emotion vanishing, "Nothing like a bit of Latin jazz to cheer you up, man. Do you dance?"
JC, slightly thrown off by the change in direction of their conversation, nodded slowly, and watched as Lance's smile widened somewhat. The blonde dropped his cigarette, and JC watched the orange glow for a second before fixing his gaze on Lance's extended hand. "Then let's go."
His touch was electric, and JC's mouth went dry as they joined the rest of the crowd, blending in easily, swaying to the sultry music, the chemistry between them building, heated and palpable.
JC sucked in a breath, rattled and unsure, when Lance put his hands gently on willing hips, a soft smile curving his lips. "Relax," he whispered, and JC almost choked on his own laughter as the word resounded beguilingly in his head.
They moved in harmony, their bodies fluidly shifting and blending into the music the beat, the spark of attraction they both felt, very vividly. Lance allowed the smallest curling of his lips as he guided JC into a sudden dip, the brunette having to cling to his neck and shirt to keep himself from falling, and instinctively, he coiled his leg around Lance's, meeting amused green eyes as he was pulled upright again.
"God," he whispered, breathlessly, losing himself for a minute. Lance's fingers lingered on his hips, his thigh, his cheek, his chest, and each touch caused JC's heart to surge, pounding wildly against his chest, his face hot.
JC felt himself being pulled in, as they continued moving to the beat. It felt, almost, as though there was something drawing him closer to Lance, closer and closer and closer still. He leaned in, and Lance's eyes seemed to brighten, as though a spark had been lit, and JC was about to smile, but then they were kissing, soft and tentative and oh-so-good, and when Lance pulled away, JC stared at him, unblinkingly, almost losing his footing as they spun two steps to the right.
The music had stopped, and changed now, and JC hadn't noticed in the slightest. He moved with Lance, slowly now, their faces almost meeting. His heart was racing in his chest, and JC felt himself giving into temptation. He was so close, and god, those lips…
"Come on." The words were soft, barely a rustle past his ears, but JC went willingly, and followed Lance to a quieter side of the party, where they could watch the stars in relative silence, the music from the band fading in the distance. JC could hear a different beat playing now; the tango of infatuation, dizzyingly fast, a roller coaster of emotions, in which he was blinded by pure animal instinct, want and need colliding in a colorful world of sparks.
It felt exciting, thrilling, dangerous, all at the same time. And JC could almost remember the once faded dreams he'd had, when he'd been young and naïve, when he'd still believed there was something to believe in.
Liquid fire began burning through his veins as Lance touched his lips to JC's again, softly, a bare caress of skin on skin. JC tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat, and Lance smiled, softly, "Kiss me."
And those were the words he'd been looking for.
JC leaned in, again, his entire being fixated, throbbing, wanting Lance more than he'd wanted… more than he'd wanted in his whole life. Their lips met, more fervently now, and then hands were warm on hot skin, heated and pulsating with the need for more, please god more, and JC could feel Lance trembling beneath him, his heart beating almost as rapidly at JC's, and that somehow calmed him, as he slipped his hand into Lance's hair, inviting him closer.
Their bodies touched, and JC forgot everything his mother had ever taught him about being careful, about staying aloof, making sure he never gave in. He'd forgotten all that, the minute he'd seen Lance, and those gorgeous, hypnotic eyes.
Her words rang faintly in the back of his mind as he opened his mouth, allowing Lance access; their tongues met, warm and velvet, and JC heard someone groan, though he couldn't tell if it had come from Lance's throat or his own. 'You'll regret it. You'll regret it when you're older, like me, and when you have nothing left except. Except your mistake, and the rest of your life to live with it.'
Remembering, he pulled away, breathless, staring at Lance with something akin to adoration.
"I need you." Lance's voice was hoarse, sincere, and JC felt his cheeks begin to color. Such a girl, he chided himself, and then let Lance pull him close, their foreheads touching. "Come with me, JC. It's not right for me, here. Come with me, back to Puerto Rico, or to Hawaii, somewhere that's not here. Let's go tonight. Just me and you."
JC opened his mouth, and then shut it. "We've only just met."
"Fate. You believe in it, I know you do." Lance tilted JC's face to meet his own.
Yes, JC wanted to tell him, red lips curved into a smile, eyes big and bright and innocent, alluring. Yes, I'll go with you.
Lance lifted his hand, a finger tracing JC's jawline. "Come with me."
JC shut his eyes, his mother's words resounding in his head, again, suddenly, and JC felt himself anger. She was unwelcome there, unwelcome and he wanted her to just leave him alone. He could handle himself. 'I love you. I just want what's best for you. You know that. Don't make me regret this, JC. You know what to do. I can't decide for you anymore. But make sure you don't give this heart away too fast. I don't want to see you hurt. Don't make me watch you get hurt.'
JC's eyes reopened, and he looked at Lance, who looked back, openly. "Come with me," he said again, his smile faltering when JC looked to the ground for answers. "Please?"
"We don't have anything."
"This would be a start," Lance smiled warmly, when JC turned his eyes back on him, and it melted the older man's heart, clenched it, held on and wouldn't let go. "It's our world to conquer, JC. Come with me."
JC felt like he was five again, and wherever he turned, something was in the way, and he was tripping, stumbling, over pebbles and boxes and mountains and hills, and he just didn't know what to do anymore.
"I." JC paused. "I don't know."
"Why not? We could try, JC. You and me."
"You and me." JC tried the words out, deciding he liked the way they rolled around his mouth. "You and me."
"Come with me," Lance said again, and JC thought he sounded like a broken record; it was still soft, still soothing, and JC could almost see them together, create a future for them in his mind, driving into the dark wilderness, fingers wrapped around one another's, lips still curved upwards as the comfortable silence stretched.
He turned to look at the party, the life he'd known since… since he couldn't remember, and then he looked at Lance, who was still smiling, soft and pliant and willing, and then up at the sky, the stars a stark contrast against the huge canvas of black.
JC felt Lance's fingers curl around his own, and he looked down, blankly. Their contact made his hair stand on end, and he decided at last, as a smile crossed his lips. "Do you have a car?"
Lance smiled right back, and JC couldn't think he'd made the wrong decision.
Lance lit another cigarette, and JC watched him, marveling at his composure, his beauty. "One minute."
"It's okay," Lance shook his head, "Take your time. Pack. Leave a note. I'll be here."
JC licked his lips, nodding as he slung his bag over his shoulder. His passport was in his jacket pocket, as was his bankbook, and he wallet he'd tucked safely along with his passport, and he was comforted as he felt the weight of the objects ground him. This was real.
He ran down the steps to his apartment, and Lance smiled again when he saw he was ready. "Let's go."
Lance dropped the cigarette, and opened the door to his convertible. He ducked his head, about to step in, but JC interrupted him.
"We should stamp that out." JC's voice was soft. "It's not--"
Lance pulled out to glance at JC. "You can. If you want."
JC just stared, again, watching the smoke rise in almost-rivulets, stinging his eyes so he felt himself beginning to tear. He looked up, and Lance was still looking at him, quietly, and he made up his mind, turning away from the glow, moving forward and sliding his fingers into Lance's and pressing a soft kiss to the side of the blonde's mouth, "I'll take my chances."
-fin-
