"The Scarf" and "Stay The Night"

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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: The Scarf

Author: northernveil (northernveil and at Vague!Fic) and silveryscrape (silveryscrape and at lost rooms)
Characters: JC Chasez
Prompt: 1. First time
Rating: NC-17
Length: short (1376 words)
Summary: Correct me if I'm wrong, but for guys, the first time is pretty much always with yourself. This is short and excruciatingly hot.


He holds himself, not rubbing or moving, because that's what's bad, but holding can't be that bad, can it? It's very swollen. Almost... hard, if he squeezes. But he doesn't. Because that would be moving. Just holding. And thinking. Day-dreaming, really, about how his new cashmere scarf feels against his skin.

He gives up on the pants and grabs the scarf from the chair. It's so soft when he drags it around his throat, pulling on one end and then the other, so the sweet slide won't ever stop. When it drifts over his chest he can't get his breath. His nipples are hard, like they get when he's cold. The brush of the scarf makes them ache. He's not sure if it hurts.

Link to the story: The Scarf

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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Stay The Night

Author: Em
Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, various others.
Prompt: 14. Loss
Rating: PG-13 in places, NC-17 in others
Length: long (8 chapters, finished)
Summary: Hooker AU! Lance (Jay in this story) is a street whore who comes to mean something in JC's successful-record-producing-yet-empty-lonely-and-meaningless life. Jay lives a hard street life and ends up in the hospital and the story's not really a very happy one. JC's searching for someone and something to connect with in this story, and he thinks he's found it in Jay. JC as a frustrated caretaker is really enjoyable and heartbreaking to read.


Jay laughed out loud, a deep huff and gasp that filled the room. "Excuse me? Mister 'I-live-in-a-high-rise-with-bellboys-and-you-need-a-key-just-to-look-in-the-lobby'? Mister 'I-can-afford-to-wipe-my-ass-with-fifty-dollar-bills'? You know pain? Right."

JC thought it better to remain silent, to not tell Jay about the lonely nights where he couldn't be certain that that blonde was talking to him because she wanted to get to know him better or if she simply wanted him to write a song for her, or maybe buy her a car or a house while he was at it. He chose not to tell Jay about the fake, false, nauseating music industry where one was not nice unless it was part of an 'You scratch my back; I'll scratch yours' deal, where every song he wrote was a favour and for every album he wanted to work on he had to earn with favours of his own. He chose not to mention the crippling, crushing despair that sometimes nearly made him want to take his own life, that had him cruising around the gay strips in L.A. -- searching for what, he still did not know -- where he had seen this weathered youth and felt the inexplicable need to reach out, to seek companionship.

Link to the story: Stay the Night (hosted at Synchronik's Joe's Eats and Christian Bookshop)