Adrienne
Copyright April 5, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: that depends on how you look at it
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 slashers.
Wherein Chris chews, Justin types, and JC waits in the wings.
Notice: This wasn't supposed to happen. Not sure what my fingers thought they were typing.
"Stop chewing in my ear," Justin said.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Lie to people who love you."
"They don't love me. They don't even know me. And I'm not lying."
"They love you, Justin."
"Where am I lying?"
"Right there." Chris pointed to the monitor. "The ages old boxers or briefs question. Why'd you say boxer-briefs? You don't wear boxer-briefs. JC wears boxer-briefs."
"I don't want the world to know what I've got on," Justin said. "That's my underwear. I don't want eight-year-old girls knowing what I've got shielding my boys."
"You can't lie to the fans, Justin. Now they'll think you and JC are swapping underwear."
"Anything I wear would slide right off that skinny butt."
"JC's inhuman. In more ways than one. Hey, they wanna know if you have a girlfriend."
"When do I have time for a girlfriend?"
"Make time."
"You don't have a girlfriend."
"Everyone I meet wants Lance. Everyone I meet, Joey moves in on. There's little left for me."
"Poor Chris."
"It's a sad case, my friend."
"Chris, when you...when you kissed JC."
"Yeah?"
"Did you like it?"
Chris considered Justin, trying to gauge how best to handle the question, and what lay beneath it. "Yes."
"What was it like?"
"Which part of it?"
"The kissing JC part."
"It was good."
"Who started the tongues?"
"He did."
"Are you...going to do it again?"
"Probably not."
Justin kissed Chris, abrupt and nervous, a little too hard, a little too dry. "Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"Justin." Chris kissed him chastely. "Finish talking with the fans. Then go talk to JC."
"Don't tell him."
"That you kissed me, or that you want to kiss him?"
"Both! Chris, you can't."
"I kissed Justin Timberlake!" Chris squealed. "I have to tell all the girls at school! They'll be soooo jealous!"
"You're a jerk, Chris. Don't make me hurt you."
"Justin, relax. It was nothing to write home about."
"I...you can't tell JC."
"He knows you want him."
"What?"
"He knows you want him. I know you want him. Lance, Joey, your mother, everyone with eyes - - we all know you want him. We've been waiting for you to do something about it."
"Somebody kill me, please, shoot me, please-"
"Justin, he knows. He knows and he's still your best friend and he's still here and you don't have to freak. No freaking. Don't freak."
"Chris, I'm freaked."
"Don't freak! Go talk to him. Go kiss him. He's a good kisser."
"I can't kiss JC!"
"Justin, you're ignoring your fans."
"I can't kiss JC!"
"Why don't you ask them for advice?"
"Chris, that is not funny. JC knows?! Why didn't somebody tell me?! You idiot! Chris, what am I supposed to do now?"
"You go up to him and say, 'Hi, JC, I want your body.' Then see what he does."
"He'll laugh! He'll laugh in my face or he'll hit me, what if he tries to kill me?"
"You can take him."
"That's so not comforting."
"Talk. To. Him."
"I'm going to throw up now. On you, you idiot! You didn't tell me! Everybody knows? My mother knows?! My mother?!"
"She thinks it's cute."
"Chris, please, kill me. Please, before I die from the humiliation."
"Don't be dramatic. And don't freak."
"She thinks it's cute? God, that's so embarrassing. She knows?!"
"You're starting to freak again."
"Great, now what? I call and say, 'Hi, Mom, Chris says you know I'm in love with JC,' and she says - - shit."
"Whoa."
"I didn't say that."
"Love."
"Chris-"
"Love."
"Chris-"
"You said love."
"I didn't say that."
"You're in love with him."
"I'm not!"
"You're in love with him! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"
"I'm not! I'm not, I'm, it's, I just..."
"Here. You go. Go! Up, out of the chair, away from the neglected fans. I'll take over here. Come on, get a move on, shake some booty. I'll talk to the lovely ladies. You go and talk to JC."
"Chris, what am I-"
"Start with, 'Hi, JC.'"
"Hi, JC," Justin repeated weakly.
"Try smiling."
"I'm going to be sick."
"Not on me. Go, go. Go talk to him. Out of my way. I'm busy. Stop standing here."
"Chris."
"Out!"
"Thanks."
"Hey, Justin."
"What?"
"Thanks for the kiss."