Performing

Performing, a slice of life set between "Destiny" and "Together"

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake, Lance Bass/AJ McLean, Howie Dorough/Chris Kirkpatrick

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys and *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. It's also for Diamond.

Wherein Howie talks to Chris, Justin talks to Lance, and Harrison Ford - - no, no, wait.

Notice: Diamond was in the mood to write. We started to toss ideas around, and she wrote a new installment of "Tour Life." She says that since I was helpful in the plot-crafting process, I may write my own version of the story.

Originally, this story linked to hers, because hers explains things mine doesn't; but since then, she has taken down her fiction, and it is no longer available for public consumption. Therefore, I should explain: Chris and Lance have a bet to see who can keep JC and Justin detained, while JC and Justin are trying to meet up, presumably for sex.

Chris twined the phone cord around his fingers. "Yeah. Yeah." He was cool. He was an adult. He was mature. Talking to his lover long-distance. Man to man. He was John Travolta. No, Harrison Ford. No-

"I miss you."

-Fred Savage. He felt his cheeks growing warm. Instead of murmuring a manly, "You, too," he squeaked, "Really?"

"I was thinking about you last night."

He cleared his throat. Got stuck. Tried again.

"After the show. On the bus. Kevin and AJ were sleeping, and I could hear Brian and Nick making love, and..."

Chris swallowed. Choked.

"I missed you."

Chris had the phone cord wrapped around his fingers so tightly he was cutting off his circulation.

"I wanted to pet the hair on your chest."

Breathe. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

"I wanted to feel you inside me. I wanted you to fuck me deep."

Oh dear sweet holy... Everything between Chris's legs was hot and swollen.

"One second, Kevin!" Howie yelled. "Chris, you'd do that for me, wouldn't you?"

"Unh..."

"Is it as big as I remember it?"

"Bigger," Chris promised eagerly.

A slow, soft sigh of want.

Chris's thighs hurt.

"Kevin, I'm coming! Sorry, Chris, I have to go. I love you." Howie was gone.

Chris looked down at his lap. He untangled his fingers and hung up the phone. He'd just-

Knock on the door. "Chris!"

But-

"Hurry up!"

But-

More knocking.

Easy for Joey to say. Joey could pick up girls whenever, wherever. Chris had limited access to Howie. And that sound. That little sigh. Howie wanted him. Howie wanted him to do dirty things. He was ready to do dirty things. Since Howie wasn't here at the moment, he could settle for doing dirty things to himself. But no, Joey had other bright ideas.

Chris jerked open the room door. Joey shoved him down the hallway. Chris sent his penis calming thoughts and hurried to his post.

Justin stepped off of the elevator. "Hey, Lance. Going somewhere?"

"Taking a walk to clear my head."

"Something wrong?" Justin sent a quick glance past Lance, in the direction of his room. He had a second to spare.

"AJ called. In a good mood."

"In a... Oh," Justin said, and grinned. "Wanted to play."

"Yes." Lance rubbed his forehead. "I hate it when he does that to me."

"You love it when he does that to you."

"Look who's talking," Lance said.

"What? I never talk to AJ."

Lance decided not to roll his eyes. "Justin, JC does that to you all of the time."

"Does what?"

"Gets you...excited. But he's right there for the taking. I won't see AJ for months."

"It's fun," Justin said. "Right there for the taking?"

"Isn't he?"

Justin liked that idea. JC right there for the taking. Right there for his taking. To be taken by him. He could take JC. That reminded him of where he was supposed to be.

"What do you do when you have to wait?"

"What?" Sorry, he'd been distracted. Wool-gathering. Thinking about JC under his body, naked, moving, wanting...

"Does he ever make you wait?"

"Uh...not really." JC liked to make him come. Justin sure didn't mind. "I mean, he likes to, you know, to tease me, or whatever. But he always...you know...delivers." Justin never knew how much it was appropriate to say and how much was embarrassing and how much he should keep to himself. He could tell Lance anything, he knew, but...still... JC didn't like him to talk about it. And he didn't want to sound like he was bragging or anything. On the other hand, Lance had to be aware that JC was, uh...good.

"He teases you?"

"Yeah. You know. Gets me..." What was the word Lance had used? "Excited." Guy to guy, friend to friend. "You know JC, he likes to turn me on."

"You don't...make it too difficult for him."

Justin smiled. "JC can do whatever he wants to me."

Shocked interest. "Whatever he wants?"

"Anything. He knows that."

"Like what?"

JC jogged up the stairs and came into the hallway. "Hey, Chris."

"JC. Do you have a minute?"

JC checked his watch. If he took an extra second, Justin might be there waiting for him. Waiting. Eager. "Yeah."

"Can we talk, man to man?"

"We're both qualified."

"Good." Chris drew JC into the corner. "How old are you now, forty?"

"Give or take," JC said, playing along.

"Do you ever have trouble..."

JC waited. He couldn't stand here too long. Justin might get distracted and start doing something else.

"...performing?"

"Performing?" JC tried to think over the show. He hadn't messed up anywhere, had he? He'd gone a little flat on-

"I mean...in...bed."

Oh. "No."

Chris looked at him.

Were they finished here? Justin was waiting for him.

"No?" Chris asked.

"No. Why?"

"Just, no. Never. You don't have to think about it."

"Right."

"JC. No man scores a hundred percent. Everybody stalls once or twice. Has trouble getting out of the gate."

"I don't."

"Tell me you spill too soon. Anything."

JC smiled. "Chris. I know you've heard me make love to Justin. Does it sound like I have trouble with stamina?"

"No..."

He turned up his smile. "Does it sound like I have trouble with anything?"

Chris's ears were red.

"...the most incredible feeling," Justin said. His eyes were glazed with desire at the memory. "He sent me to a whole different place..." Lance watched him begin to pant. "And his tongue..."

"His tongue?" Lance asked. Like the rest of that wasn't enough?

"He started to...lick me...right...there," Justin said.

Lance's cock throbbed. Justin was standing close, very close, close and warm and aroused. Lance could reach out and touch him. "Lick you where?"

Justin moaned, a very little. Nothing Lance hadn't heard before. But right in front of him, and he could watch those dark lashes flutter, and...and... "Anywhere I wanted," Justin breathed. "Oh, JC..."

Lance watched Justin's hips twitch. His mouth was dry.

"Oh, Lance..."

Lance blinked, startled.

"You should feel his...tongue... When he licks...licks my nipples..."

Lance's nipples ached.

"And my...neck..."

Beautiful neck. So long and...inviting...

"I get so hot, I want him so much, I'm so hard for him. I'll let JC do anything to me. Anything he wants."

Lance wanted very much to touch Justin right now. Justin was giving off sexual heat, in a gorgeous state of arousal, available for-

"I have to go," Justin said, eyes snapping open, breaking the spell. "He's waiting for me."

"Justin, wait," Lance said desperately. No, not now. Not now, not yet.

"The only trouble I have when I make love," JC said to Chris, looking right into dark eyes. He stopped. Waited.

What? What? Chris wanted to know. He didn't know what JC was saying; words had no meaning anymore. But he wanted JC to keep talking. Keep speaking in that...voice. Keep looking at him like that. He was trapped by JC's heat and he liked it.

"Sometimes I have to take it easy on Justin," JC said. "He's so...young."

Chris's mouth watered.

"He's still innocent. I like that about him."

Yes. Chris liked anything JC liked. He especially liked the curves of JC's eyebrows. And the way JC was standing really nice and close. Very friendly. Chris wanted to get friendly with JC.

"But I've been with Justin for a while now," JC said. "I know what he likes."

JC knew things. Chris wanted JC to know him, too.

"It's important to know what your partner wants," JC said.

Want. Want. Want.

"What do you want, Chris?"

JC's eyes were having sex with Chris. He could feel it all through him. What did he want? JC wanted to know what he wanted. He wanted JC. He wanted to be in bed with JC, naked and doing dirty things. He wanted to know exactly what JC did to Justin every...single...night that made Justin sound like that. He wanted JC to make him sound like that. He wanted to make JC sound like that.

Standing before JC and Justin's room, which was tucked into a corner, Joey looked down the first hallway. Lance was going to jump Justin. He looked down the other hallway. JC had Chris in fantasy land.

Joey snorted.

Men.

Justin had to go. JC was waiting for him. JC wanted to have sex.

"Justin, how do... How does JC..."

"We're in love," Justin said. He had to go.

"What does he do to you?"

He was going to miss sex with JC! Justin grabbed Lance's elbow and leaned in, whispering.

Lance's jaw dropped.

Justin whispered faster.

Lance's balls ached.

He'd gone this far, he might as well keep talking.

Lance's entire body was hot. He shivered when Justin's breath passed his earlobe.

Justin licked Lance's ear. "Don't tell him I told you!" He dashed off down the hallway.

Lance slid down the wall and cupped a hand over his swollen groin.

"It's been years since I was with anyone but Justin," JC said.

Who?

"I know him inside and out."

Inside...yes...

"When two people are as intimate as we are," JC began.

Intimate. Yes. Keep talking. Chris was starting to sweat.

"There are no barriers. There is nothing between us."

Chris was naked and JC was making love to him. He could feel it.

"Justin is everything to me."

Everything. Everything. Yes. Chris had lost the ability to blink.

"You would be amazed at how many different ways there are for me to show that to him."

Chris's feet were numb. His hands were numb. His balls were doing the hula.

JC smiled.

Chris was lost.

Joey. What was Joey doing here? He wanted JC. "Is JC in there?" he asked, trying to get to the door.

"I don't know," Joey said.

"Joey. Joey, come on."

"What?"

"I'm trying to get in my room," Justin said.

"Why?"

"Come on, move," Justin said, tugging and pushing. He glimpsed something over Joey's shoulder. When he moved to get a better look, Joey was in his way. "Joey!"

"What?"

"What are you - - get out of my way!"

"Is that a Tic-Tac in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"You wish. What is-" He saw it! JC! Come on, why was JC talking to Chris? There was sex waiting for them!

"Something interesting over there?"

"I want to get laid, it's been all day."

"Oh, poor Justin," Joey said, and patted his cheek.

"What's wrong with Chris?"

"What?" Joey asked.

"JC's seducing Chris! Right in the hallway! He's supposed to be seducing me. I'm telling Howie."

"You were doing it to Lance."

"I was doing what to Lance?"

"Everything but."

"I was not," Justin said dismissively. "We were just talking."

The sound of Justin's voice had caught JC's attention; without warning he walked away from Chris in Justin's direction.

Justin's breathing pattern changed. His eyes went dark.

Joey turned around. JC was headed straight for him, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, cock at half-mast. Joey couldn't move. Justin made a low, hungry sound behind him, right by his ear. JC was coming closer. The hallway was twenty degrees hotter. Justin was making eager noises and JC was right here and-

"Augh!" Joey threw his body to the left and knocked into the wall, hurling himself out of the way at the last second.

Greedy, wet sounds. Greedy, moaning sounds. Joey dared to look. Justin's fingers were digging into JC's back. JC's hips were fucking Justin against the wall. Joey was going to have an orgasm just watching.

"Were you waiting for me, baby?" JC asked.

"Yes," Justin breathed, and made a sexy gasping noise that made Joey shiver.

"How long were you waiting, Justin?" JC asked.

"Oh, JC," Justin said. JC sucked his collarbone and Justin's thighs opened like, hot damn, Joey had to learn that move. "All day," Justin said.

JC's hips were merciless. Justin was making that eager panting sound Joey recognized from one too many long bus rides. Short bus rides, too. Any time JC and Justin were out of a reporter's sight.

Lance had crawled closer, down the hallway. Chris couldn't look away. Joey had a front row seat.

Justin came, right there in the hallway, with JC rocking and fucking against him. Moaning, gasping, Justin arched against the wall and said JC's name in a tone that begged for mercy.

Holding Justin close, kissing his neck, one possessive hand cupping his ass, JC unlocked the door. Justin clung to JC, whimpering, letting JC lick sweat from his skin, intimate in JC's embrace.

They went into the room.

The door closed and locked.

Justin wasn't the only one who'd come in his pants.

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