If You're in the Mood...

Copyright September 14, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: PG

Pairing: JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake

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 and the Savage Garden slashwriters.

Wherein JC writes a song, Joey approves of it, and Justin blushes.

Notice: Matthew...a songfic...again?



SassyGrrl

        Chris made a "hmm" sound.  Lance licked his lips.  Justin shifted in his seat.  Joey shrugged and looked to JC.  "Looks good to me."

        "Phone sex?  Net sex?" Lance asked.

        "What're these little notation thingies?" Chris asked.  "Oh, I get it.  You're breaking up the parts.  Hey, where are my big solos?"

        "Wait," Justin said.  "That's what that is?"

        "See, here's where you lead, here's JC's part, like that," Chris said, pointing to the sheet Justin held.

        "What, you can't just dictate, I mean, JC-"

        "Sure he can.  It's his song," Joey said.  "I bet we could make it..."

        "Techno-sexy," JC said.

        "That's it," Joey said, slapping his thigh.  "Techno-sexy."

        "What, I'm rapping?" Justin asked, reading over it again.  "Hey, cool."

        "I knew you'd like it," JC said.

        Justin blushed, scratching his elbow.  "It's good, C."


        Months earlier...

        CurlyBoy81: JC?

        ChasezChasez: Hey, Justin.  What are you doing up?

        CurlyBoy81: You're up.

        ChasezChasez: You're supposed to be sleeping.  Go back to bed, baby blue eyes.  We're up and out early tomorrow.

        CurlyBoy81: I'm still high from the show.  I am high, C.

        ChasezChasez: I hear you.

        ChasezChasez: We rocked the house.

        CurlyBoy81: We rocked the whole fucking state.

        ChasezChasez: Just another day in the life.

        CurlyBoy81: LOL

        CurlyBoy81: What're you doing up?  Scouting for JC Chasez fan sites?

        ChasezChasez: Hold on a sec.

        ChasezChasez: brb

        CurlyBoy81: brb.  BRB.  Basketball Rocks Baseball.  Belgian Roofs Break.  Bass Round Booty.

        CurlyBoy81: C?

        CurlyBoy81: Jay...Cee...  JJJJJ...CCCCC.....  Josh!

        CurlyBoy81: That's it, leave me alone, sitting here talking to myself.

        CurlyBoy81: I'm not Chris, for crying out loud.

        CurlyBoy81: Bass booty.  Heh.  Mine's cuter.

        CurlyBoy81: I take it by your silence that you agree.

        CurlyBoy81: I put the ASSterisk in *NSYNC.

        CurlyBoy81: If you don't stop me, I'm gonna keep going, and it ain't gonna be pretty.

        CurlyBoy81: JC?

        CurlyBoy81: Last chance.

        CurlyBoy81: You asked for it.

        CurlyBoy81: I got one sweet, fine ass.  You oughta see it.

        CurlyBoy81: Joey got too much.  Chris got an old man's butt.

        CurlyBoy81: Yours isn't bad.

        CurlyBoy81: Yours is all tight.  How you do that, anyway?  You got an ass machine?  Spend ten minutes a day squeezing it?

        CurlyBoy81: I got a cute, round little butt.  I got a cute everything.

        CurlyBoy81: Anybody walking in right now's gonna think I'm doing porn.

        CurlyBoy81: What's that called?

        CurlyBoy81: There's a name for it.

        CurlyBoy81: *thinking*

        ChasezChasez: Cybersex.

        Justin looked at his screen.


        CurlyBoy81: Hi.

        ChasezChasez: Hey.  You shouldn't be up.

        CurlyBoy81: You're up.

        ChasezChasez: I'm older than you are.

        ChasezChasez: I can stay up as late as I want.

        CurlyBoy81: *sticks tongue out at you*

        ChasezChasez: *pinches your cheeks and tells you to go to bed*

        CurlyBoy81: <-- gonna kick your ass

        ChasezChasez: LOL at the very idea

        CurlyBoy81: *sulks*

        CurlyBoy81: *pouts*

        CurlyBoy81: *says mean things about you*

        ChasezChasez: Aw...

        ChasezChasez: It's okay.  I'm sorry.  You're a big boy now.

        CurlyBoy81: That's right.  Mommy-Mama even let me get shoes without Velcro this time.

        ChasezChasez: <-- proud of you

        CurlyBoy81: Whatcha doin' up, CC?

        ChasezChasez: CC?

        CurlyBoy81: Read your screen name, man.

        ChasezChasez: Oh.

        ChasezChasez: Duh.

        CurlyBoy81: Gotta question for ya.  Better answer now.

        ChasezChasez: Yeah, AJ?

        CurlyBoy81: You ever get horny?

        ChasezChasez: You okay over there?

        CurlyBoy81: I mean it.

        CurlyBoy81: We're on the road.  I know you're not makin' friends along the way.

        ChasezChasez: I leave that to Joey.

        CurlyBoy81: Yeah, so, how do you deal?

        ChasezChasez: I get it out of my system onstage.

        ChasezChasez: Sometimes I m-a-s-t-you get the idea.

        CurlyBoy81: JC Chasez!

        CurlyBoy81: Gasp.  Shock.

        ChasezChasez: Don't make me come over there.

        CurlyBoy81: Does that work?

        ChasezChasez: Like you don't do it.

        CurlyBoy81: It doesn't work.

        ChasezChasez: It loses some of its appeal after a while.

        ChasezChasez: The novelty wears off.

        CurlyBoy81: Maybe it's better if you do it with somebody else.

        ChasezChasez: You've been hanging around Joey again.

        CurlyBoy81: I'm just sayin'.

        CurlyBoy81: It ain't as good as it used to be.  I've already met myself.  It's gettin' old.

        ChasezChasez: Make it new.

        CurlyBoy81: How?


        CurlyBoy81: JC.

        ChasezChasez: Justin.

        CurlyBoy81: Are you...

        ChasezChasez: Alone, yes.

        ChasezChasez: Anything you want.

        CurlyBoy81: Oh, god, JC...


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