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why_me_why_not) wrote2009-05-07 09:36 pm
why_me_why_not) wrote2009-05-07 09:36 pm
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we’ve got the skills (to keep this party pumping baby)
N*SYNC Popslash || Justin/Lance, implied Justin/JC || 1953 words || Rated Adult
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phaballa’s love for Ryan Ross. That is to say, fake fake fake.
Summary: Justin needs a favor.
A/N: Belated birthday fic forphaballa. So, this was the prompt phaballa asked for: Um let's see. JuC/lambs. Justin needs to learn how to give a blowjob so he can seduce... Lance. He goes to the one guy he knows who can show him what's what. And I don’t write popslash, but I will try for her. I got halfway through writing the fic before I realized I had it backwards. Oops. Sorry, hun! Happy Birthday anyway? I also made Lance seem kinda like an ass, which I totally didn’t mean to do because he’s my second favorite N*SYNCer. Title comes from N*SYNC’s Here We Go. Read over by irisgirl12000, because she loves me. Any remaining mistakes are mine, as are any instances of bad characterizations or non-canon-compliance. Did I mention I don’t usually write popslash?
“I need a favor,” Justin said, almost as soon as Lance answered the phone.
“Well, hi, Justin, I’m great, thanks for asking.” Lance rolled his eyes even though he knew Justin couldn’t see him, wondering if he was going to ask Lance for another charitable donation – like the causes he supported were any more important than the ones Lance did – or to mediate a fight between him and Chris or to pick out a present for Lynn because Justin forgot and Lance had always been better at that sort of thing. Justin really only called when he wanted something.
“I need you to teach me how to give a blowjob.”
Lance laughed so hard he dropped the phone. When he picked it back up after a minute or so, the numbers were still counting on the screen, so apparently Justin hadn’t hung up.
“What the fuck, Justin? Are you staring in a porno now? Need tips for a sex scene?”
“No.” Lance could hear the grumpiness in Justin’s voice; he’d be pouting in a minute. “There’s this guy and I’ve wanted him for a while but I didn’t realize it until I started having these dreams and now I want to seduce him and… well, I don’t want to just show up all inexperienced and shit.”
“Why don’t you ask Chris to help you?” Chris may have been responsible for Lance’s first blowjob, and he and Justin had always had that freaky relationship going on anyway.
“Chris is a dick and is probably still laughing.”
Ah, okay. So Lance wasn’t Justin’s first choice. “What about JC?” All right, so Lance had possibly had sex with half the other members of his band. It wasn’t a big deal.
Justin was suspiciously quiet.
“Justin? JC turn you down too?”
“Um, no, JC is kinda… he’s the guy.”
Lance wanted to laugh, but Justin sounded so serious and uncertain, he really couldn’t do it. “I’m hanging up on you now. You can call me when you’ve come to your senses. And don’t even think about calling Joey with this; you’ll traumatize him.”
Lance was only a little surprised when Justin showed up on his doorstep two days later while Lance was on a grocery run. Justin didn’t have a key like Joey or JC or Chris – and yes, Lance was aware there was something telling in that fact – so he was sitting on the front step when Lance got home, hoodie pulled up over his head and texting. He didn’t look up, concerned with himself as always, until Lance kicked him lightly, leaning around him to unlock the door.
“Lance.” Justin apparently forgot his million-dollar smile didn’t work on Lance.
Lance pushed past him into the house. He wasn’t having this conversation in front of the neighbors. Justin scrambled to his feet and followed Lance into the kitchen, standing awkwardly by the door as Lance moved around, putting stuff away.
“Why now?” Lance asked, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “Why after all these years did you suddenly decide you have to seduce JC?”
Justin bit his lip, and for a moment Lance could see the boy he used to be. The one he used to consider one of his best friends.
“He asked me to come out and help him go ring shopping. I know, I know, he does this all the time, falls in love and starts picking out monogrammed towels and outrageously themed weddings. But he says he’s serious this time. He sounds serious, and I just… when he told me, all I could think about was how he was supposed to wait for me. Which is fucked up, you don’t have to say it. I know how it sounds.”
Lance was used to JC falling in and out of love, but he wasn’t sure about anything when it came to Justin anymore. “And you can’t just go out there and talk to him?”
“Well, I am, but I have this plan. He’s totally easier to talk to after sex, right?”
Lance didn’t know how Justin knew that, but it was true. JC was always sleepy-stupid after sex, more focused than he usually was and, as long as it was good sex, too languid to walk out of a discussion that he didn’t like. Lance sighed. “All right, but we’re doing this my way, and we are never going to talk about it again. I’m going to get up tomorrow morning and pretend this was all some sort of way fucked up dream.”
Justin nodded emphatically. “Yeah, totally. Except I totally wanna take you to dinner or something sometime, to say thank you. I would have asked you to go out tonight, but I couldn’t get an earlier flight here.”
Yeah, no, they weren’t going to treat this like a date, so Lance was really okay with not going to dinner first. “Come here.” Lance held his hands out, gestured Justin closer.
“Right here? In the kitchen.” Justin really had no right to that deer-in-the-headlights look. This was all part of his stupid plan.
“Come here,” Lance repeated, stepping forward to grab the front of Justin’s hoodie and haul him across the room so he was flush up against Lance. “Better.” He leaned in to kiss Justin, but Justin pulled away quickly.
“Uh, no kissing.” Justin wouldn’t look Lance in the eye. “I already know that part. Maybe you can blow me first? Just so I get a feel for it?”
Lance was this close to telling Justin to fuck off and forget it. “Hey, I already know how to give great head. And you don’t need any practice in getting it. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way, remember?”
Justin sighed. “Okay. But no kissing.” Justin was always looking for the compromise, and Lance was still always giving him one.
“Fine. On your knees.”
Justin hesitated and lowered himself far-too-gracefully to the floor. Diva. When he looked up at Lance for direction, Lance had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something cutting. Justin wasn’t stupid or slow; he knew what to do. Lance swiped his thumb over Justin’s bottom lip, coaxing his lips apart, then pushed two fingers inside his mouth, feeling the wet, slick slide of Justin’s tongue under them. “Suck.”
Justin slid his tongue around Lance’s fingers as he did, closing his eyes and letting out a few shaky breaths Lance could feel over the back of his hand. Lance pulled his fingers out and wiped the spit on the shoulder of Justin’s hoodie before gesturing at the button of his jeans. It was his lesson; Justin could do the work.
Justin’s hands were shaking just a little as he fumbled with opening Lance’s jeans and pushing them down along with his underwear. Lance widened his stance just a little and settled harder against the cabinets, shifting a little to get a little more comfortable, or as comfortable as he could be with his pants bunched up around his knees. He was only half hard, and the fact that Justin was just kinda starting wasn’t helping matters. “You change your mind?” he asked, hoping the answer was yes.
Justin shook his head, leaning forward to lick tentatively at the head of Lance’s cock. He seemed to find his courage after the first taste, though, because he slid his mouth around it, scooting up on his knees and resting a hand on Lance’s thigh for a better angle. His rhythm was sloppy, but he wasn’t bad. He didn’t need to be taught; he just needed practice.
Lance ran his hands over Justin’s hair, encouraging pats. When he was fully hard, he tightened his fingers against Justin’s scalp, pulling him closer, forcing Justin to take him deeper, just because he could. He might have kept up like that, fucking Justin’s mouth, seeing how much he could take, if it was about him. But this fucked up situation – bad dream, he reminded himself, because even dreams involving sex could be bad – was actually about JC.
He loosened his grip, let Justin slide back, and went back to petting him. “Think about what feels good for you, Justin, what you like. Use your hands, and try licking over the head.” JC liked that, but Lance wasn’t going to say that. That would lead to him having to explain how he knew, and he didn’t want to think about sex with one bandmate while he was getting sucked off by another.
Justin brought his hand up to wrap around the base of Lance’s cock, sliding smoothly over the spit, and went back to licking over the head. Lance covered Justin’s hand with one of his own, adjusting his grip to be a little tighter, a little faster.
He didn’t mean to say, “Lick between your fingers,” didn’t mean to give away JC’s secrets, but he did anyway, groaning and letting his head fall back a little when Justin did. When he looked back down, Justin was smirking, eyes still closed. Justin set up an alternating pattern of running his tongue over the head of Lance’s cock, down around his fingers, and back up, before wrapping his lips around it and going down, sucking hard. It was sloppy and wet and uncoordinated, but it was good, and Lance could feel himself getting close.
If the breathy sounds Justin was making were any indication, he was enjoying himself. Lance snuck a look down and noticed Justin palming himself through his sweatpants with his free hand. His breaths were taking on a whining, desperate edge when Lance ran his hand down the side of Justin’s cheek, dropping to his shoulder and pushing him away a little.
Justin pulled back but not completely, and Lance could feel him working to swallow around his cock when he came. Lance dropped his head back against the cabinet with a thud and a groan. He felt Justin drop his hands and pull even further back. Lance took a deep breath before he looked down. He had to admit, Justin looked good like that, all bright eyes and flushed cheeks and swollen lips, a trickle of come swiped across his cheek. He still had his hand in his lap, and he was watching Lance expectantly.
Lance pulled his jeans up, leaving them unbuttoned as he pushed away from the counter. “Make sure you clean up after yourself.” The lock of his bedroom door was a satisfying sound.
Justin was gone the next morning, and Lance was able to tell himself it really was a bad dream. When JC called that evening, Lance let it go to voicemail. That way he could erase it if JC started going into detail.
“Hey, it’s JC. Justin’s here, and he’s acting weird. Like, more than Justin-weird. He’s being all flirty and talking about making up for lost time and I think he was trying to like, work his wiles on a popsicle just now? So yeah, I just wanted you to know, in case the real Justin was abducted by aliens and this pod-person not-Justin does something to me in my sleep. Shit, he’s coming, gotta go.”
Apparently Justin hadn’t made his moves yet. The hope that he wouldn’t go through with it was ruined by JC’s next email, several hours later.
“Did you give him blowjob pointers? Because he does that thing with his tongue, the one you do that I like so much? You know, you should have given him pointers on kissing, too. He’s not as good as he thinks he is.”
Lance hung up the phone, turned it off, and buried it in the silverware drawer. He really, really wanted nothing more to do with this.
N*SYNC Popslash || Justin/Lance, implied Justin/JC || 1953 words || Rated Adult
Disclaimer: As real as
phaballa’s love for Ryan Ross. That is to say, fake fake fake.Summary: Justin needs a favor.
A/N: Belated birthday fic for
phaballa. So, this was the prompt phaballa asked for: Um let's see. JuC/lambs. Justin needs to learn how to give a blowjob so he can seduce... Lance. He goes to the one guy he knows who can show him what's what. And I don’t write popslash, but I will try for her. I got halfway through writing the fic before I realized I had it backwards. Oops. Sorry, hun! Happy Birthday anyway? I also made Lance seem kinda like an ass, which I totally didn’t mean to do because he’s my second favorite N*SYNCer. Title comes from N*SYNC’s Here We Go. Read over by irisgirl12000, because she loves me. Any remaining mistakes are mine, as are any instances of bad characterizations or non-canon-compliance. Did I mention I don’t usually write popslash?“I need a favor,” Justin said, almost as soon as Lance answered the phone.
“Well, hi, Justin, I’m great, thanks for asking.” Lance rolled his eyes even though he knew Justin couldn’t see him, wondering if he was going to ask Lance for another charitable donation – like the causes he supported were any more important than the ones Lance did – or to mediate a fight between him and Chris or to pick out a present for Lynn because Justin forgot and Lance had always been better at that sort of thing. Justin really only called when he wanted something.
“I need you to teach me how to give a blowjob.”
Lance laughed so hard he dropped the phone. When he picked it back up after a minute or so, the numbers were still counting on the screen, so apparently Justin hadn’t hung up.
“What the fuck, Justin? Are you staring in a porno now? Need tips for a sex scene?”
“No.” Lance could hear the grumpiness in Justin’s voice; he’d be pouting in a minute. “There’s this guy and I’ve wanted him for a while but I didn’t realize it until I started having these dreams and now I want to seduce him and… well, I don’t want to just show up all inexperienced and shit.”
“Why don’t you ask Chris to help you?” Chris may have been responsible for Lance’s first blowjob, and he and Justin had always had that freaky relationship going on anyway.
“Chris is a dick and is probably still laughing.”
Ah, okay. So Lance wasn’t Justin’s first choice. “What about JC?” All right, so Lance had possibly had sex with half the other members of his band. It wasn’t a big deal.
Justin was suspiciously quiet.
“Justin? JC turn you down too?”
“Um, no, JC is kinda… he’s the guy.”
Lance wanted to laugh, but Justin sounded so serious and uncertain, he really couldn’t do it. “I’m hanging up on you now. You can call me when you’ve come to your senses. And don’t even think about calling Joey with this; you’ll traumatize him.”
Lance was only a little surprised when Justin showed up on his doorstep two days later while Lance was on a grocery run. Justin didn’t have a key like Joey or JC or Chris – and yes, Lance was aware there was something telling in that fact – so he was sitting on the front step when Lance got home, hoodie pulled up over his head and texting. He didn’t look up, concerned with himself as always, until Lance kicked him lightly, leaning around him to unlock the door.
“Lance.” Justin apparently forgot his million-dollar smile didn’t work on Lance.
Lance pushed past him into the house. He wasn’t having this conversation in front of the neighbors. Justin scrambled to his feet and followed Lance into the kitchen, standing awkwardly by the door as Lance moved around, putting stuff away.
“Why now?” Lance asked, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “Why after all these years did you suddenly decide you have to seduce JC?”
Justin bit his lip, and for a moment Lance could see the boy he used to be. The one he used to consider one of his best friends.
“He asked me to come out and help him go ring shopping. I know, I know, he does this all the time, falls in love and starts picking out monogrammed towels and outrageously themed weddings. But he says he’s serious this time. He sounds serious, and I just… when he told me, all I could think about was how he was supposed to wait for me. Which is fucked up, you don’t have to say it. I know how it sounds.”
Lance was used to JC falling in and out of love, but he wasn’t sure about anything when it came to Justin anymore. “And you can’t just go out there and talk to him?”
“Well, I am, but I have this plan. He’s totally easier to talk to after sex, right?”
Lance didn’t know how Justin knew that, but it was true. JC was always sleepy-stupid after sex, more focused than he usually was and, as long as it was good sex, too languid to walk out of a discussion that he didn’t like. Lance sighed. “All right, but we’re doing this my way, and we are never going to talk about it again. I’m going to get up tomorrow morning and pretend this was all some sort of way fucked up dream.”
Justin nodded emphatically. “Yeah, totally. Except I totally wanna take you to dinner or something sometime, to say thank you. I would have asked you to go out tonight, but I couldn’t get an earlier flight here.”
Yeah, no, they weren’t going to treat this like a date, so Lance was really okay with not going to dinner first. “Come here.” Lance held his hands out, gestured Justin closer.
“Right here? In the kitchen.” Justin really had no right to that deer-in-the-headlights look. This was all part of his stupid plan.
“Come here,” Lance repeated, stepping forward to grab the front of Justin’s hoodie and haul him across the room so he was flush up against Lance. “Better.” He leaned in to kiss Justin, but Justin pulled away quickly.
“Uh, no kissing.” Justin wouldn’t look Lance in the eye. “I already know that part. Maybe you can blow me first? Just so I get a feel for it?”
Lance was this close to telling Justin to fuck off and forget it. “Hey, I already know how to give great head. And you don’t need any practice in getting it. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way, remember?”
Justin sighed. “Okay. But no kissing.” Justin was always looking for the compromise, and Lance was still always giving him one.
“Fine. On your knees.”
Justin hesitated and lowered himself far-too-gracefully to the floor. Diva. When he looked up at Lance for direction, Lance had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something cutting. Justin wasn’t stupid or slow; he knew what to do. Lance swiped his thumb over Justin’s bottom lip, coaxing his lips apart, then pushed two fingers inside his mouth, feeling the wet, slick slide of Justin’s tongue under them. “Suck.”
Justin slid his tongue around Lance’s fingers as he did, closing his eyes and letting out a few shaky breaths Lance could feel over the back of his hand. Lance pulled his fingers out and wiped the spit on the shoulder of Justin’s hoodie before gesturing at the button of his jeans. It was his lesson; Justin could do the work.
Justin’s hands were shaking just a little as he fumbled with opening Lance’s jeans and pushing them down along with his underwear. Lance widened his stance just a little and settled harder against the cabinets, shifting a little to get a little more comfortable, or as comfortable as he could be with his pants bunched up around his knees. He was only half hard, and the fact that Justin was just kinda starting wasn’t helping matters. “You change your mind?” he asked, hoping the answer was yes.
Justin shook his head, leaning forward to lick tentatively at the head of Lance’s cock. He seemed to find his courage after the first taste, though, because he slid his mouth around it, scooting up on his knees and resting a hand on Lance’s thigh for a better angle. His rhythm was sloppy, but he wasn’t bad. He didn’t need to be taught; he just needed practice.
Lance ran his hands over Justin’s hair, encouraging pats. When he was fully hard, he tightened his fingers against Justin’s scalp, pulling him closer, forcing Justin to take him deeper, just because he could. He might have kept up like that, fucking Justin’s mouth, seeing how much he could take, if it was about him. But this fucked up situation – bad dream, he reminded himself, because even dreams involving sex could be bad – was actually about JC.
He loosened his grip, let Justin slide back, and went back to petting him. “Think about what feels good for you, Justin, what you like. Use your hands, and try licking over the head.” JC liked that, but Lance wasn’t going to say that. That would lead to him having to explain how he knew, and he didn’t want to think about sex with one bandmate while he was getting sucked off by another.
Justin brought his hand up to wrap around the base of Lance’s cock, sliding smoothly over the spit, and went back to licking over the head. Lance covered Justin’s hand with one of his own, adjusting his grip to be a little tighter, a little faster.
He didn’t mean to say, “Lick between your fingers,” didn’t mean to give away JC’s secrets, but he did anyway, groaning and letting his head fall back a little when Justin did. When he looked back down, Justin was smirking, eyes still closed. Justin set up an alternating pattern of running his tongue over the head of Lance’s cock, down around his fingers, and back up, before wrapping his lips around it and going down, sucking hard. It was sloppy and wet and uncoordinated, but it was good, and Lance could feel himself getting close.
If the breathy sounds Justin was making were any indication, he was enjoying himself. Lance snuck a look down and noticed Justin palming himself through his sweatpants with his free hand. His breaths were taking on a whining, desperate edge when Lance ran his hand down the side of Justin’s cheek, dropping to his shoulder and pushing him away a little.
Justin pulled back but not completely, and Lance could feel him working to swallow around his cock when he came. Lance dropped his head back against the cabinet with a thud and a groan. He felt Justin drop his hands and pull even further back. Lance took a deep breath before he looked down. He had to admit, Justin looked good like that, all bright eyes and flushed cheeks and swollen lips, a trickle of come swiped across his cheek. He still had his hand in his lap, and he was watching Lance expectantly.
Lance pulled his jeans up, leaving them unbuttoned as he pushed away from the counter. “Make sure you clean up after yourself.” The lock of his bedroom door was a satisfying sound.
Justin was gone the next morning, and Lance was able to tell himself it really was a bad dream. When JC called that evening, Lance let it go to voicemail. That way he could erase it if JC started going into detail.
“Hey, it’s JC. Justin’s here, and he’s acting weird. Like, more than Justin-weird. He’s being all flirty and talking about making up for lost time and I think he was trying to like, work his wiles on a popsicle just now? So yeah, I just wanted you to know, in case the real Justin was abducted by aliens and this pod-person not-Justin does something to me in my sleep. Shit, he’s coming, gotta go.”
Apparently Justin hadn’t made his moves yet. The hope that he wouldn’t go through with it was ruined by JC’s next email, several hours later.
“Did you give him blowjob pointers? Because he does that thing with his tongue, the one you do that I like so much? You know, you should have given him pointers on kissing, too. He’s not as good as he thinks he is.”
Lance hung up the phone, turned it off, and buried it in the silverware drawer. He really, really wanted nothing more to do with this.
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(Plus, I think Justin isn't nearly as good as he thinks he is at MOST things.)
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I really don't like actual!Justin, but there are times when I like fic!Justin ("You're being way too mammalian about all this."). I just apparently didn't like the idea of writing him, lol.
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