Alla
Copyright October 25, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for naughtiness
Pairing: JC Chasez/Chris Kirkpatrick
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise *NSYNC are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor. For the Savage Garden slashers. For Jillian, Olivia, and AYGBT, who told me that they liked what I wrote. Especially for Thian.
Wherein the reader will find men, rope, and handcuffs.
Notice: I still can't write JC/Chris. Besides, Justin wants his lover back. I just want you all (especially Justin) to know that this is Thian's fault. He planted these ideas in my head. I have nothing to do with any of it. Here are 100 words to celebrate Thian's 100 subscribers.
Bad Chris.
Mmm, oh yeah, bad Chris... JC could totally get behind that idea.
Totally get behind Chris.
And, while he was back there behind Chris, he could-
"Stop it."
Stop what? He wasn't doing anything. He gave Chris his best wide blue-eyed stare of perfect innocence.
Innocence. Yeah, like
he was going to pull off the innocent look while he was naked and tied
to Chris's bed. At least Chris had invested in padded handcuffs,
finally. Those ropes had chafed the hell out of his skin. Try
explaining that at a meet-and-greet.