"Galilee" and "sowrong.txt"
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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Galilee
Author: Lilysaid (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilysaid and at improvidence)
Characters: JC Chasez, Jesus Christ, various faceless disciples and apostles
Prompt: 15. Crack!fic
Rating: PG
Length: short (1752 words)
Summary: I felt a little funny reccing this as crack!fic, since I actually really love this story. But someone wise told me that what passes for crack!fic in other fandoms is the sort of stuff you get every day in popslash, so a JC/Jesus story is good to go in that aspect. I mean, it's JC/Jesus, sort of, and there's no explanation as to how JC is back in Jesus' time, and there's little-to-no exposition, it's all very immediate and emotional and sensory on JC's part. It's just JC needing and Jesus giving. But hey, for those who swing that way, that's what it's all about.
He keeps his face buried where it is even after he awakens, listening raptly to the voice that's been a constant thread through his dreams for half the night. It's not a soft voice exactly; there's no denying the strength and conviction in every word, but there's such a sense of gentleness behind it that every word goes right through him like butter, sweet and rich on his tongue. He wants to listen forever, but then there's a pause in conversation when he just knows that they’re all looking at him, at the wrinkled and dirty wanderer on the roots of this great cypress.
His bleary eyes show him at least ten retreating figures, and he’s not even recovered from the initial wrench of disappointment before he realizes that one has stayed behind: the one that matters. JC stares. There are so many things he wants, he's already scrambling to get to his knees, but the man just shakes his head and laughs lightly.
"I was looking for you," he says. "Do you know me?"
JC can't stop the thundering of his heart in his chest so he just withstands it and raises his eyes to meet those that are filled with infinite answers, so deep, deeper than JC is willing to fall. "Of course," he replies. "Are you kidding? Of course."
Link to the story: Galilee
~*~
Claim: *NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: sowrong.txt
Author: Calico (ukcalico and at temporary insanity)
Characters: JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick
Prompt: 21. Epiphany
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium (4426 words)
Summary: JC turns into a girl and he and Chris make it on the hood of Justin's Mercedes. Being inside JC's head for the duration of this story is intensely hot, because he's having sex with Chris, which is intensely hot anyway, plus he's got all these new girl-sensations to sift through and weigh – which, being JC, he does, even as he's getting felt up. Calico is an incredibly deft writer, and she blends exposition and emotion into the sex. Throughout the story, JC is ¾ very turned-on and wanting everything that's happening to him and ¼ wondering if Chris is only this attentive because JC's suddenly a girl. The turning-into-a-girl part really isn't the focus of the story, of course, it's JC's reactions to everything, his insecurity and his need and his observation. The epiphany comes at the end, when JC gets the answer to his unvoiced question, and it's a lovely little epiphany.
"It's good," JC assures him, and swallows, "but, uh... I'm falling off the car, man."
Chris grins, and JC decides that was the right thing to say. "I guess, we can do something about that," he murmurs, walking his fingers up JC's thigh, and JC swallows again, half-wanting just to suck him off because hey, at least his mouth feels the same, at least Chris won't enjoy that more than the skills he had before, and then Chris sidles closer, watching him, and JC decides he doesn't care.
He can't turn into a woman and not find out what sex feels like, can he? His own fingers aren't that much of an experience.
He wonders momentarily if it's actually that he can't turn into a woman and not find out if Chris prefers it, can he, but that doesn't bear thinking about -- and then Chris is easing his thighs further apart, and JC crosses his heels behind Chris' ass and lifts slightly, feeling slutty and wild, and Chris grins like someone's told a joke in the back of his brain and lines up. JC feels the hot, firm press of it, indescribably exciting, and something goes hollow and light inside him.
Link to the story: sowrong.txt
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Galilee
Author: Lilysaid (
lilysaid and at improvidence)Characters: JC Chasez, Jesus Christ, various faceless disciples and apostles
Prompt: 15. Crack!fic
Rating: PG
Length: short (1752 words)
Summary: I felt a little funny reccing this as crack!fic, since I actually really love this story. But someone wise told me that what passes for crack!fic in other fandoms is the sort of stuff you get every day in popslash, so a JC/Jesus story is good to go in that aspect. I mean, it's JC/Jesus, sort of, and there's no explanation as to how JC is back in Jesus' time, and there's little-to-no exposition, it's all very immediate and emotional and sensory on JC's part. It's just JC needing and Jesus giving. But hey, for those who swing that way, that's what it's all about.
He keeps his face buried where it is even after he awakens, listening raptly to the voice that's been a constant thread through his dreams for half the night. It's not a soft voice exactly; there's no denying the strength and conviction in every word, but there's such a sense of gentleness behind it that every word goes right through him like butter, sweet and rich on his tongue. He wants to listen forever, but then there's a pause in conversation when he just knows that they’re all looking at him, at the wrinkled and dirty wanderer on the roots of this great cypress.
His bleary eyes show him at least ten retreating figures, and he’s not even recovered from the initial wrench of disappointment before he realizes that one has stayed behind: the one that matters. JC stares. There are so many things he wants, he's already scrambling to get to his knees, but the man just shakes his head and laughs lightly.
"I was looking for you," he says. "Do you know me?"
JC can't stop the thundering of his heart in his chest so he just withstands it and raises his eyes to meet those that are filled with infinite answers, so deep, deeper than JC is willing to fall. "Of course," he replies. "Are you kidding? Of course."
Link to the story: Galilee
~*~
Claim: *NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: sowrong.txt
Author: Calico (
ukcalico and at temporary insanity)Characters: JC Chasez, Chris Kirkpatrick
Prompt: 21. Epiphany
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium (4426 words)
Summary: JC turns into a girl and he and Chris make it on the hood of Justin's Mercedes. Being inside JC's head for the duration of this story is intensely hot, because he's having sex with Chris, which is intensely hot anyway, plus he's got all these new girl-sensations to sift through and weigh – which, being JC, he does, even as he's getting felt up. Calico is an incredibly deft writer, and she blends exposition and emotion into the sex. Throughout the story, JC is ¾ very turned-on and wanting everything that's happening to him and ¼ wondering if Chris is only this attentive because JC's suddenly a girl. The turning-into-a-girl part really isn't the focus of the story, of course, it's JC's reactions to everything, his insecurity and his need and his observation. The epiphany comes at the end, when JC gets the answer to his unvoiced question, and it's a lovely little epiphany.
"It's good," JC assures him, and swallows, "but, uh... I'm falling off the car, man."
Chris grins, and JC decides that was the right thing to say. "I guess, we can do something about that," he murmurs, walking his fingers up JC's thigh, and JC swallows again, half-wanting just to suck him off because hey, at least his mouth feels the same, at least Chris won't enjoy that more than the skills he had before, and then Chris sidles closer, watching him, and JC decides he doesn't care.
He can't turn into a woman and not find out what sex feels like, can he? His own fingers aren't that much of an experience.
He wonders momentarily if it's actually that he can't turn into a woman and not find out if Chris prefers it, can he, but that doesn't bear thinking about -- and then Chris is easing his thighs further apart, and JC crosses his heels behind Chris' ass and lifts slightly, feeling slutty and wild, and Chris grins like someone's told a joke in the back of his brain and lines up. JC feels the hot, firm press of it, indescribably exciting, and something goes hollow and light inside him.
Link to the story: sowrong.txt
