Wedding Day

Wedding Day

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees, 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.

Wherein JC's licking things again, Chris wants to throw up, and why does Joey have Justin's clothes?

Notice: A few people have asked to see JC and Justin's wedding. The guys have decided to let us in on some of what happened.

Justin was sitting up in bed, fidgeting. He smacked JC's shoulder and picked at his toenail.

JC didn't stir.

Justin smacked his shoulder again.

JC's eyes opened partway. "Justin?"

"Getting married today," Justin said, and switched toes.

JC smiled, waking, sitting up, kissing Justin's cheek. Kissing Justin's chin. Kissing Justin's neck. Running a hand up Justin's naked side, lowering Justin's back to the bed.

"JC-"

"Let me make love to you one more time," JC said, licking across Justin's shoulder.

"One more time?"

"This way. While you're my lover and my friend, my precious gorgeous Justin, but not mine. Not mine forever, not mine to keep."

"I am yours forever, JC." JC's kiss loved him. He'd wanted to say something, something important, but he couldn't quite remember...

A fist pounded on the door. "Break it up in there!"

"No time for round two! Let's go!"

Justin pulled the covers over their heads, sliding his fingers down the silken crevice of JC's ass.

"I'm counting to ten!"

"To five!"

JC's moan heated Justin's blood when Justin's finger pushed into JC's body. Justin worked his finger deeper, enjoying the way JC's pelvis rode his hip.

"One two three four five!"

"Six seven eight nine ten!"

JC's fingers twisted in Justin's thick curls, his tongue fucking into Justin's mouth. Justin's hips started grinding against his, and he returned the favor, loving Justin's hard cock.

"We're coming in!"

"Guys-"

Justin popped his finger free and gave JC his thumb. JC moaned, moving farther onto Justin's thumb, wanting more. Justin pressed deeper and decided to give JC his cock.

The door opened. "Hi!"

"Good morning!"

JC rolled Justin to his back and covered him, then untangled the bedclothes and looked at their friends. "Get out!"

"Time to go," Chris said.

"Church is waiting," Joey said.

"You might want to shower first," Chris suggested.

"And then get dressed," Joey added.

"I have Justin duty. They're in charge of you," Chris told JC. "One good-bye kiss, and then you're out of here."

"What?" Justin asked.

"We're separating the bride and groom until the wedding," Chris said.

"Which one's which?" Joey asked.

"You haven't figured that out yet?" Lance asked.

"Come on, out, out," Chris told JC. "Don't make it too mushy, either."

"I like it when they get mushy," Joey said.

Chris made vomiting noises.

JC ignored them, turning back to Justin. He watched Justin look at him and forget about them, watched everything else in Justin's world disappear until only the two of them remained. He stroked Justin's hair, licked Justin's lower lip. "I'll see you soon, Justin."

"Married," Justin said. "JC, we're getting married."

He knew that Justin was worried. Nervous. Married, they were getting married. It was a huge step. A commitment. What would happen to them? Their relationship, their other relationships, their careers, their lives? What would their future be now?

Justin fidgeted, scratching JC's shoulder.

"I love you, Justin."

Justin hugged him, arms around his shoulders, chest to chest. "I love you, JC. I asked you to marry me and I'd ask you again, I'd ask you every day. I want this, I want to marry you, I want us to have this, to share this."

JC held onto Justin.

Joey cleared his throat.

"Finished yet?" Chris asked.

Justin flipped them off over JC's shoulder and squeezed JC harder. "I'll always be yours," he whispered.

"Justin, I love you, you have to know-"

"Ssshhh." Justin closed his eyes.

Chris sighed loudly.

"We do have to get moving," Lance admitted.

"Especially if we're going to have Justin's hair ready in time," Chris said.

"Come on, JC," Joey said. "We're just going to my room. He'll be right next door."

"Look, they brought you a nice robe to wear," Chris said.

Justin peeked. "Hey, that's mine."

"That's the point," Lance said. "Come on, JC."

Joey neared the bed. "Time to go, JC. Have to get you all clean and pretty so you can get married. It's your wedding day! Let's go." He tried to pry Justin's fingers off of JC. "Okay. Positions, everybody."

Chris took the other side of the bed. Lance stood ready with the robe. Joey grabbed JC, dragging him off of the bed. Chris held Justin down and recovered Justin with the bedclothes. Lance helped Joey to wrestle JC into the robe.

"Say bye, JC," Joey said, carrying JC out of the room.

"See you at the church," Lance told Justin, closing the door.

JC was sitting on the bed, sniffing the front of the robe.

Lance was making sure they had everything they'd need.

"Bath time!" Joey said. "Come on, JC."

"Got any sexy lingerie?" Chris asked.

Justin looked at him. "No."

Chris grinned. "Good. Then my wedding present will come in handy."

"What?" Justin asked. "Don't give me lace panties, Chris. Don't-"

"No time to chat. We'll be late."

"Chris-"

"Let's go, let's go. Into the shower with you."

"Showered?"

"Check."

"Shaved?"

"Check."

"Smelling good?"

Lance sniffed. "Check."

"Dressed?"

"Check."

"Shoes and everything?"

"Check."

"White tie?"

"Check."

"You got the rings?"

"Yes."

"Groom. Rings. We're ready to go. Limo time," Joey announced.

"I-" JC began.

"We're not listening to you," Joey said.

"I-"

"You may not go back to your room, you may not go talk to Justin, you may not go near him. You'll see him soon."

"I-"

"Limo."

Chris fussed at Justin's tie. "I'm an educated adult."

"Chris."

"You will not conquer me!"

"Chris?"

"Fiend!"

Justin's eyes were watering.

"Whoa, Justin. What? What? Too tight?"

"I really love him," Justin said, and his voice was shaking, and his tears were spilling down his cheeks.

"Justin, I know."

"I'm really in love with him, it's not like we're just really good friends or... Chris, he's, I love him so much..."

Chris hugged Justin. "I know. That's why you're marrying him."

"I think I'm scared."

"That's okay. This part scares everybody."

"Which part?"

"The big huge deep love part. The part where you're so in love and you need him so much you get married because it's the closest you can come to grafting your souls."

Justin sniffed and stepped away, wiping at his face. "Grafting our souls?"

"You know he loves you," Chris said. "You asked him to marry you for a reason. He said yes for a reason. It's not a marriage of convenience, it's not for money or to please your families or because your biological clock is ticking or because you're knocked up. It's a marriage because you're in love and you want to spend the rest of your lives together, forever, formally. This is just the ritual to affirm what you already know."

"You're a good best man," Justin said, sniffing again.

"Best best man you'll ever have," Chris agreed with a smile.

"Whoa, whoa. You're not getting in here," Joey said, trying to close the door.

Nick Carter shoved his way through, heading for JC. "This is your last chance."

"Last chance for what?" JC asked.

"Ditch the kid and take on a real man."

"But Joey's straight," JC said.

"Ha ha ha, har har har," Nick said. "Seriously, you're ready? You love him, you got rings, you got enough lube?"

"I love him," JC said.

"I have the rings," Lance said.

"Is there enough lube on the planet?" Joey asked.

"Good luck, congratulations, and best wishes," Nick said. "I know you're balls over dick for him. Make sure he makes you happy."

JC hugged Nick. "Love you, man."

Nick kissed JC's cheek. "Don't worry. I'll never tell Justin about that lost weekend in the Bahamas."

JC smiled. "You'd better not."

"I always swore I'd never get divorced," Justin said.

"Then you're marrying the right person," Chris said.

"Really?"

"Justin, are you kidding me? You and JC won't get divorced. That'd be like, like...like something totally impossible. Like man landing on the mooooo...um...like Michael Jor...oh...um...like..."

"I feel much better now. Thanks, Chris."

"Like Madonna...no, um...wait...like...wow. How about, like Republicans declaring Clinton their hero, Axl Rose's next CD launching his Christian rock phase, and Kevin admitting that the Backstreet Boys suck."

Justin laughed. "Maybe after the sun burns out."

"Not even then," Chris said.

Drew was blushing. Nick Carter pouted at him across the nave. Drew blushed harder, trying not to smile, lowering his eyes.

AJ sighed. Kevin checked his watch. Howie read his program. Brian was looking at the cross behind the altar.

Justin Jeffre coughed into his hand, elbowing Jeff.

Jeff looked up at the prompt and found Nick Lachey millimeters away, gazing at him. Jeff rolled his eyes and pushed Nick back again. "Adore me later. This is JC and Justin's day."

Joey was JC's best man.

Chris was Justin's.

Lance was the ring bearer, because JC didn't trust anyone else not to lose the rings.

Did they? They did.

Objections? None.

Kiss? Soft and chaste. JC's eyes were full of promises. Justin couldn't breathe.

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