"Murder" and "Come One, Come All"
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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Murder
Author: Julad (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
julad and at temporary insanity)
Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick, Joey Fatone, Justin Timberlake
Prompt: 20. Non-con
Rating: PG-13
Length: longish (5 sections)
Summary: So I'm using an alternative definition of non-consensual for this rec, because honestly, no one consents to losing this game – no one except JC, really, and the grace and depth of his acquiescence is a perfect counterpoint to everyone else's fight and surrender. The five sections of this story come together to create a cohesive portrait of the group dynamic while they play variations of Murder – you know, the one you played in kindergarten. This story is about so much more than passing the time when you're bored and in a boyband. This is about relationships and friendships and fear of failure and fear of love. JC here has a tenuously steady confidence in himself, but a remarkable confidence in everyone else, and he doesn't want to lose, but it's lovely when he does and it's lovely when he doesn't.
JC took a deep breath. "You're both out to prove something here, and I don't know for sure what that is for either of you, and I mean, whatever, we all do that sometimes, but you both sometimes forget that the game should be about us. The game isn't ever about the game, you know? You both forget us."
And his vague gesture, the one which seemed to reach beyond the two of them and include a shadow Lance and Justin and Joey, made the "us" into something which made Chris' stomach lurch for fear of fracturing it. JC saw the fear, and smiled, and slung an arm around his waist and put his head on his shoulder. "You're okay, though," he said.
"Thanks," Chris said, and didn't mind too much that he was feeling warm and fuzzy again.
"You're welcome," and JC melted warmly against his side.
Chris waved for one more beer each. "When did you get so smart?" and JC smirked and said,
"try losing sometime, it's kinda interesting."
"What, you people-watch us?"
And JC's eyes crinkled up sweetly, and he mustn't have eaten because he seemed a little tipsy, and then Chris realised he hadn't eaten either and he was pretty much-- Okay, five point check: far side of room blurry, walls tilting, blood tingling, tongue feeling liquid and lips feeling numb--yeah, he was pretty much completely smashed. "Oops," he said, and felt giggles starting to bubble inside him. JC giggled back.
Link to the story: Murder, part one / Murder, part two / Murder, part three / Murder, part four / Murder, part five
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Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Come One, Come All
Author: Dacey (dacey and at Pretty Boys and Daydreams)
Characters: JC Chasez, Justin Timberlake, Joey Fatone, Chris Kirkpatrick, Lance Bass
Prompt: 16. Teamwork
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium (5029 words)
Summary: The boys are young and cold in their German hotel room. There is but one solution: everyone spoon up on one bed, get hard, and hump each other 'til sweet, warm release! It's Justin's first circle-jerk equivalent, and he's crushing on JC, who stays very sweetly focused on him throughout the whole thing, keeping him relaxed, in the moment, and not letting Joey make him feel too young. You've got a JC who's patient here, but who is still keenly invested in getting off and helping Justin get off, and that, my friends, is very hot.
"We should have done this to begin with," JC said. Justin could feel him relaxing now, with Lance curled up against his back. It was so much better with the five of them. It was especially better with JC up next to him.
They were still for a few moments, and Justin was feeling the pull of long awaited sleep, when JC suddenly shifted behind him, pulling his arm from around Justin's waist and moving back enough that Justin felt the breeze of space between them. And that was bad, he thought sleepily. He didn't want space, he wanted warmth and the feeling of JC snug against his back. He slid back until he could feel JC's body again, but JC sighed heavily and placed his hand flat against Justin's back.
"Justin," he whispered, pushing just a little bit. "Can you, um."
Link to the story: Come One, Come All
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Murder
Author: Julad (
julad and at temporary insanity)Characters: JC Chasez, Lance Bass, Chris Kirkpatrick, Joey Fatone, Justin Timberlake
Prompt: 20. Non-con
Rating: PG-13
Length: longish (5 sections)
Summary: So I'm using an alternative definition of non-consensual for this rec, because honestly, no one consents to losing this game – no one except JC, really, and the grace and depth of his acquiescence is a perfect counterpoint to everyone else's fight and surrender. The five sections of this story come together to create a cohesive portrait of the group dynamic while they play variations of Murder – you know, the one you played in kindergarten. This story is about so much more than passing the time when you're bored and in a boyband. This is about relationships and friendships and fear of failure and fear of love. JC here has a tenuously steady confidence in himself, but a remarkable confidence in everyone else, and he doesn't want to lose, but it's lovely when he does and it's lovely when he doesn't.
JC took a deep breath. "You're both out to prove something here, and I don't know for sure what that is for either of you, and I mean, whatever, we all do that sometimes, but you both sometimes forget that the game should be about us. The game isn't ever about the game, you know? You both forget us."
And his vague gesture, the one which seemed to reach beyond the two of them and include a shadow Lance and Justin and Joey, made the "us" into something which made Chris' stomach lurch for fear of fracturing it. JC saw the fear, and smiled, and slung an arm around his waist and put his head on his shoulder. "You're okay, though," he said.
"Thanks," Chris said, and didn't mind too much that he was feeling warm and fuzzy again.
"You're welcome," and JC melted warmly against his side.
Chris waved for one more beer each. "When did you get so smart?" and JC smirked and said,
"try losing sometime, it's kinda interesting."
"What, you people-watch us?"
And JC's eyes crinkled up sweetly, and he mustn't have eaten because he seemed a little tipsy, and then Chris realised he hadn't eaten either and he was pretty much-- Okay, five point check: far side of room blurry, walls tilting, blood tingling, tongue feeling liquid and lips feeling numb--yeah, he was pretty much completely smashed. "Oops," he said, and felt giggles starting to bubble inside him. JC giggled back.
Link to the story: Murder, part one / Murder, part two / Murder, part three / Murder, part four / Murder, part five
~*~
Claim:*NSYNC, JC Chasez
Title: Come One, Come All
Author: Dacey (
dacey and at Pretty Boys and Daydreams)Characters: JC Chasez, Justin Timberlake, Joey Fatone, Chris Kirkpatrick, Lance Bass
Prompt: 16. Teamwork
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium (5029 words)
Summary: The boys are young and cold in their German hotel room. There is but one solution: everyone spoon up on one bed, get hard, and hump each other 'til sweet, warm release! It's Justin's first circle-jerk equivalent, and he's crushing on JC, who stays very sweetly focused on him throughout the whole thing, keeping him relaxed, in the moment, and not letting Joey make him feel too young. You've got a JC who's patient here, but who is still keenly invested in getting off and helping Justin get off, and that, my friends, is very hot.
"We should have done this to begin with," JC said. Justin could feel him relaxing now, with Lance curled up against his back. It was so much better with the five of them. It was especially better with JC up next to him.
They were still for a few moments, and Justin was feeling the pull of long awaited sleep, when JC suddenly shifted behind him, pulling his arm from around Justin's waist and moving back enough that Justin felt the breeze of space between them. And that was bad, he thought sleepily. He didn't want space, he wanted warmth and the feeling of JC snug against his back. He slid back until he could feel JC's body again, but JC sighed heavily and placed his hand flat against Justin's back.
"Justin," he whispered, pushing just a little bit. "Can you, um."
Link to the story: Come One, Come All
