Tonight

I Need You Tonight, a slashfic in four parts, first in the "Living" series

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise *NSYNC, the Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, and Five; and the various blonde females mentioned here, 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 and the Savage Garden slashers. Also for Nick Carter, who said, "Things are made to be broken."

Notice: I've toyed with the real-life timeline, but that's okay, because this is fiction, so deal with it. Also, as I wrote this JC hit his 24th birthday, which makes Justin 19, if you wondered.

"I Need You Tonight" Part Four: Tonight

JC and Justin spent a night hanging out with Nick Carter and Nick Lachey, Drew Lachey, and Jeff Timmons from 98 Degrees. It was totally cool. Part of the fun was just hanging out and making friends. It was cool to be safe with people who knew about the two of them being together. But most of the fun was that the four of them were totally drooling over each other and not doing anything about it. Nick Carter and Drew spent the whole time talking to each other and being all sweet and shy. And Nick Lachey and Jeff were all friendly and cool, except that Nick kept looking at Jeff like "let me take off your clothes and kiss you all over." Which was sort of, um, how Justin looked at JC all of the time, so he understood.

Later JC and Justin got Nick Carter to admit that he was getting over Brian and moving on to Drew, fast. Which was great, and they encouraged him. Justin thought that Drew was the nicest guy, and that maybe once Drew was with Nick they could get Nick Lachey to say something to Jeff. It was sort of weird how Nick Lachey could just be completely normal and cool and everything, and then out of nowhere when Jeff wasn't looking those eyes were all over the guy.

But Justin suspected that JC had been like that with him, before, and he'd been in the role of oblivious Jeff. Lance told him that everybody but Justin had known about it. Everybody being Lance, Joey, and Chris, not the entire planet or anything. Justin wondered, if they all knew, why didn't somebody tell him? He might have liked to know that his best friend was in love with him. They could have avoided the whole scene that first night. Although that night turned out to be, um, sort of one of the best ever. JC had kissed him. And god JC knew how to kiss. And then...then...

Okay, Justin was allowed to get hard over thinking about his own boyfriend. It was his right.

They were going to spend a week, an entire week, blissful and relaxing, in Kendig for the Planet Earth VTV Music Awards. *NSYNC got two hotel rooms, one with a king-sized bed and one with two queen-sized. After someone who shall remain nameless suggested putting Justin and JC in the room with the two queens, Chris, Lance, and Joey took the room with two beds and let Justin and JC share the other room. Which was really cool of them, in Justin's opinion. They'd been that way the whole time, though. They loved them. They loved JC, and they loved Justin, and they loved that JC and Justin were together.

Justin had to admit that he had worried at first. The five of them were best friends, brothers, they were really close by choice and necessity. They all supported each other no matter what; that was the deal, that was what they were about. But it wasn't every day that your two best friends, both guys, suddenly said, "Hey, we're in love and fucking; deal with it."

Justin supposed that it helped that they knew beforehand. That they knew pretty much how JC felt. So hearing it out loud didn't come as that much of a shock. Still, going from one friend being interested in another to having the two of them acting like snugglebunnies 24-7 was a big change. It changed the entire group dynamic, and the five of them had worked hard not to let anything affect how they related. Family stuff, friend stuff, girlfriend stuff, media stuff, business stuff, big things and little things, they all made sure that they stayed true to each other.

But now things were a little different. Not drastically different, and not worse, even. Just a little...different. There was a little weirdness at first when Justin wasn't sure whether he should touch JC. Like, he wanted to - - of course he wanted to! - - and he liked touching JC, and he was sort of getting used to touching JC, like he wasn't entirely comfortable unless they were close, but in front of the guys? Was that okay? Would they get weirded out? It was one thing to know that Justin and JC were closer now, but it was another thing for Justin to lean against JC in a way that, now that they weren't just casually affectionate best friends, might be suggestive - - not that he wanted to get JC naked and sweaty in front of everybody, but JC was his boyfriend, his lover, his partner, his everything, now, and didn't he have a right to hold JC's hand if he felt like it?

Justin was hyper-aware of how close he came to JC, then, and spent the entire first five days being extremely careful not to touch JC in front of the guys.

Then Chris walked in while they were kissing. "Woah! Joey, get in here!"

Justin was bright red, and so was JC, and his hard-on had pretty much gone.

"What?" Joey asked, coming into the room.

"Ten bucks."

"What?"

"Ten bucks. I caught them kissing. I told you they were doing it."

"You said they were doing it. Kissing doesn't count."

"Fine. Are you doing it?" Chris asked.

"What?" Justin asked.

"You're betting on us?" JC asked.

"Yeah," Joey said. "You say you're in love but you never even touch each other. Chris says you're doing it, and I said that if you were you'd get closer than ten feet."

"We just didn't want to embarrass you," JC said.

"You're the ones who look embarrassed," Chris said. "I just want my ten bucks."

"But they're not doing it," Joey said.

"They're not going to have sex in front of us," Chris said.

"You guys don't mind?" Justin asked.

"Mind what?" Joey asked.

"If we...kiss in front of you."

"No full frontal nudity," Chris said. "Otherwise, knock yourselves out. Do I get the ten bucks or not?"

"That's none of your business," JC said.

"Is Lance in on this?" Justin asked.

"He's the one who started the other bet," Joey said.

"Yeah. We're betting on who proposes first, and when, and where," Chris said.

"Pro..." Justin tried to get his mouth to work right. "Propose. Propose?"

"Marriage?" JC asked.

"Lance says JC will propose on our next tour backstage. I said that JC will propose after our next tour over dinner. And Joey says that Justin will propose onstage at a performance."

"I'm not old enough to get married," Justin said. "I'm not even old enough to drink."

"You're not romantic enough," Joey said. "We're also betting on how many songs JC's going to write about you for our next album."

"That's it, you both get out of here," JC said. "And Joey, you owe Chris ten bucks."

"I knew it!" Chris shouted. "I knew it!"

"Holy..." Joey said. "Holy cow. Holy mother...cow."

"Get out," JC ordered, and kissed Justin, hand sliding over the back of Justin's neck.

After that, everybody was open about the situation. Justin didn't give JC blowjobs in Lance's living room or anything, but if the two of them felt affectionate, they were affectionate. And the other three were happy for them, teased them, made them feel comfortable about their relationship.

So when the question of who went in which motel room arose, it wasn't even really a question. JC and Justin got their own room, privacy, and a nice bed to share.

For the Planet Earth VTV Music Awards the five of them were going to sing "This I Promise You" from their newest album, "No Strings Attached." It was a good song, a good love ballad, written by Richard Marx. They went to run it through onstage, setting up like they always did, sitting on stools, Joey-Justin-Chris-JC-Lance. They were still working on wardrobe.

Justin knew what he wanted JC to wear.

No, nothing indecent.

Well, to him, it was indecent, but that was because he had a dirty mind about everything when it came to JC, and sometimes JC just turned him on so much that an ordinary pair of jeans was, suddenly, pornographic.

The awards ceremony was that evening. They were supposed to get ready soon. He'd asked the guys to keep JC busy for him, so Lance had taken JC to the weight room and Chris had asked JC for work with harmony and Joey had gotten Nick Carter to come over and talk with JC about Drew. Which left Justin free to spend his entire morning being extremely busy taking care of two very important things. He'd already spoken with Chris, Lance, and Joey, and they were being so generous about his wishes that he was nervous but extremely grateful.

And now he was back, and Nick grinned and left, and he locked the door and pushed JC onto the bed.

JC looked up at him, friendly but puzzled, hands resting on his hips. "You okay?"

"Make love to me."

"Now?"

"Just once."

JC smiled. "Just once?"

"I'll let you suck me," he said, and kissed JC. JC's lips were soft, and JC's mouth was sweet, and JC kissed the way JC made love - - loving, thorough, sweet, devastating. Addictive. Perfect.

"Justin."

"Hmm."

"Where were you?"

"When?"

"All day?"

"Did you miss me?" he asked, teasing. Then he wondered, had JC missed him? He repeated the question softly, looking at JC with serious eyes. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes," JC said, running a thumb over his lower lip. "I missed you. You were gone all day."

"For a good reason," Justin promised.

"What reason?"

"A good reason." He kissed JC again. "Where's my blow job?"

"Be patient."

"I want you."

"Good," JC said, kissing him, rolling them over so that he was beneath JC, not letting him up for air. He felt JC's hands sliding up his ribcage, pushing up his shirt. JC released his mouth and kissed his neck. He tilted his head back to expose himself, running his hands over JC's soft brown hair. JC's lips found his collarbone, sucking lightly. Oh that felt good... He spread his thighs, moaning softly. JC chuckled against his skin and he felt so good he decided not to question it. He dislodged JC a little to wriggle out of his shirt, kicking off his sneakers and managing to toe out of his socks. It was a not-subtle hint to JC that it was time to get naked now. JC just licked at his nipples and let him moan, in no hurry. He didn't know how JC did that; he wanted JC and he wanted JC now, and there was no point in lingering.

He knew that there was a lot of good stuff about lingering, about foreplay and anticipation and taking the time to enjoy and prolong the moment. And he knew that part of what he liked about making love with JC was that JC always made him wait, always paused to enjoy - - exploit - - his body. But he wanted JC, oh, he needed JC, and this taking it slowly business drove him crazy.

Great, now he'd have "Crazy for You" in his head. Or maybe "I Drive Myself Crazy." Did anyone know why those songs were back-to-back on the CD? It was like the Backstreet Boys putting "Don't Want You Back" and "Don't Wanna Lose You Now" right after each other on "Millennium." Whose bright idea had that been? Talk about mixed messages.

JC kissed his mouth. "Come on, pretty boy," JC said, soft, teasing. "Tell me you want me."

"Want you," he said with an obedient pout. JC smiled and kissed him some more. "Where's my blow job?"

"I'm getting to it. Don't fuss at me. Have you ever left my bed unsatisfied?"

Of course not. What a stupid question. He breathed with deliberate calm while JC took off his jeans. He was bare-ass naked and JC was totally dressed and JC was over him again.

JC smiled and kissed him and slid down gracefully and then he sort of...well, it was sort of an odd sound, like trying to scream but breathlessly, but really, like he was supposed to remember to breathe when JC was licking him like that?! Oh sweet baby fuck...

Give the man some credit. Justin had thought that the first blow job on the piano bench had been the pinnacle of sexual experience. But now JC had a wealth of practice, and by this point nirvana would be a letdown. And when JC was generous enough to deep throat him, that was just...watch out. He just grabbed the bedclothes and held on, hard.

To be honest, yes, he had screamed, more than once. How girly. He should do some manly bellowing, or roaring, or something, but sometimes he just...screamed. Or hyperventilated.

He'd ripped JC's bedsheets once.

He didn't have JC's stamina. He didn't come after five seconds or anything, thanks, he wasn't a premature ejaculator; he just couldn't hold out as long as JC could. He didn't know how JC managed. But he could always get it up again fast, and he got more orgasms that way, so he sure wasn't complaining.

JC let him come. Sweet baby. He loved JC.

He was just lying there, relaxing in a blissful pretty place, when JC crawled over him, warm and silky and, oh, naked, how nice, how very very nice. JC kissed him, and he kissed back, and JC said, "May I?"

Like there was any question. "Please," was his answer as he wound his arms around JC's neck and rubbed up against JC's warm slender body, eagerly anticipating the violation to come. Felt so good...

He left JC in the bed while he went to take his shower. Okay, maybe they really hadn't had time to do that, but he'd needed it. Especially tonight. A re-connection. A yes, I love you, you love me, we belong together, this is right.

Not that he had any doubts.

JC was his.

Which meant that he was JC's, and he had no trouble with that idea. That fact.

JC showered while he dressed. Then he got out one of the two by-products of his busy day and spread it over the foot of the bed. He ducked into the bathroom to fix his hair while JC was stepping out of the shower, which of course resulted in one long tongue-twisting knee-weakening boy-sex tango. Then they let go of each other and he shoved JC out of the bathroom. "Your clothes are on the bed."

"My clothes?" JC repeated.

He waited.

"Why... I... Justin?" he heard from the bedroom.

"What?"

"Isn't this what I wore for 'Bye Bye Bye?'"

"Yeah."

JC appeared at his side, now in boxers, damn it. Damned sexy anyway. "Why am I wearing that?"

"I got it for you."

"You got it for me?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"It looked good."

"Aren't you the one who was complaining about how expensive those outfits were?"

"JC." He turned and gave JC his full attention. "I'm not just saying it looked good. I'm saying it looked so damned sexy and hot. I'm saying that you think I have a nice body - - well look in the mirror, boy, because you have the best body in the room. And I spent that whole shoot, the entire video, thinking of how good you looked."

"It's just black clothes, Justin."

"Well put them on and let's have ourselves a little look-see."

JC dressed while Justin finished fixing his hair. He stepped out of the bathroom to find JC in the black pants, long-sleeved pullover, and the standard necklace. The pants weren't skin-tight but they were more form-fitting than the baggy pants JC used to wear, and the shirt was nice and clingy. JC looked good in black, and JC was so slender and tight, god, JC thought that he had a tight body, did JC ever look in a mirror? And when JC turned sideways - - as he'd learned from watching their video - - JC's back was one lovely gentle curve from shoulders to ass.

Okay. He'd just tie JC to the bed forever. No way was he letting JC out in public looking that good.

"You're so pretty," JC said, and kissed him.

Okay. He wasn't going out, either. They'd just stay here and make love and never leave the room.

Knock.

"Curly, you in there?!"

JC let go of him and opened the door. "Hey. We're ready."

"Five more minutes," Justin muttered. "You couldn't have waited five more minutes."

"We can't be late," JC told him.

"Your mama raised you better than that," Joey told Justin. "Let's go, lover boy."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Justin said, slipping his arm through Joey's and starting down the hallway.

"That looks really familiar," Chris said to JC, looking over JC's outfit.

"He actually found it?" Lance asked. "I can't believe he found it."

"Found what?" Chris asked.

"He's a determined little boy," Lance said.

"What?" Chris asked.

They went down to the awards show. They sat in the audience. They presented the award for Best New R&B Female Solo Artist. They watched 98 Degrees perform. They watched the Backstreet Boys perform. They lost, in every category, to the Backstreet Boys. They plotted their revenge - - dye the BSB's hair green, give AJ hives, tell everyone how short Brian really was, make Howie gain love handles, shave Kevin's head, seduce Drew away from Nick. They performed.

When the curtain went up and the music started, they were there onstage, seated on their high black stools, viewed from left to right as Joey, Justin, Chris, JC, and Lance.

The music began, the guitar, and Justin oohed and mmed to get into it. Then, just as he opened his mouth to sing, he stood. He started off a little huskily: "When the visions around you bring tears to your eyes, and all that surround you are secrets and lies, I'll be your strength; I'll give you hope; keeping your faith when it's gone. The one you should call was standing here all along." By now he was standing in front of the others, and turning to face JC. There were ordinary non-famous fans in the audience, including some *NSYNC fans, and the hard-core *NSYNC fans knew that this standing up and walking around business was a diversion from the usual way of doing things, because they always sat for this song.

He finished his verse and the guys joined him for, "And I will take you in my arms and hold you right where you belong," and he finished, "'Til the day my life is through, this I promise you. This I promise you."

Then the music turned and it was time for JC, who stood as though cued, smooth and natural, and sang, "I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before. And I promise you never will you hurt anymore. I give you my word; I give you my heart," and Justin joined the guys for "Give you my heart," and JC kept going, "This is a battle we've won. And with this vow forever has now begun," and JC hit the notes like purity and was standing there with him, singing it to him, right to him, and he could barely remember to do his part joining in with the chorus.

They sang, and JC sang around them, "Just close your eyes each lovin' day and know this feeling won't go away."

JC continued, "'Til the day my life is through, this I promise you. This I promise you. Over and over I fall," and he picked up with the others, "Over and over I fall," and JC sang, "When I hear you call," and they sang, "Without you in my life baby," and JC sang, "I just wouldn't be living at all."

And then it was time for the official musical interlude, and he and JC just stood there and looked at each other, and he knew that they were on the same page here, that JC hadn't tried to stop him, hadn't protested, hadn't even seemed confused, just slid right into it like they'd all planned it together instead of him planning it and getting the guys in on it and keeping it a secret from JC. JC's blue eyes looked straight at him, and all he saw was JC's smile and love.

Now it was time to sing again, the four of them with JC doing the descant, "And I will take you in my arms and hold you right where you belong," and JC sang, "'Til the day my life is through, this I promise you, baby." They continued, "Just close your eyes each lovin' day and know this feeling won't go away," and JC finished, "Every word I say is true, this I promise you."

It was his turn, one final time, "Every word I say is true, this I promise you. I promise you."

It was a love song, a love ballad, and today, tonight, it was a duet of sorts, a love song from him to JC and from JC right back to him. And yeah, he got the first and last words, but really JC sang most of the solos, and JC had been singing it straight to him.

While the applause roared around them, Justin took JC's hand in his. Time to do what he had to do. And time for the audience, which hadn't necessarily understood until now, to get a clue.

He went down on one knee.

He looked up at JC, into those blue eyes.

With his free hand, he took the ring from his pocket.

"JC..."

There was a quick, stunned silence.

"Joshua Scott Chasez," he said, "will you marry me?"

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"I Need You Tonight" song lyrics written by Andrew Fromm, reprinted here without permission and probably inaccurately to boot. This song seems to be owned by Zomba Songs Inc./Ocean at Night Music (adm. by Zomba Songs Inc.) (BMI).

"This I Promise You" song lyrics written by Richard Marx, reprinted here without permission and slightly altered as far as puncuation goes. This song seems to be owned by Chi-Boy Music (ASCAP).

"Larger Than Life," "I Want It That Way," "I Need You Tonight," "Don't Want You Back," and "Don't Wanna Lose You Now" are from "Millennium" (Backstreet Boys).

"It's Gonna Be Me" and "Bye Bye Bye" are from "No Strings Attached" (*NSYNC).

"I Drive Myself Crazy" and "Crazy for You" are from *NSYNC's self-titled album.

"I Wanna Sex You Up" is from "C.M.B." (Color Me Badd).