JC/Justin spanking request
Feb. 8th, 2007 09:17 pmCan someone write me a spanking fanfic w/JC and Justin(where they're on the NSA tour, and its sound check, and Justin keeps fucking up the sound check some how - maybe he can mess up the sound check & mouth off to JC, and keeps pissing off JC, JC gets really mad/pissed off, then takes Justin backstage and gives him a spanking)?
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Date: 2007-02-09 10:28 pm (UTC)I was in the other room when you IMed me earlier, so I missed you. Sorry about that.
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Date: 2007-04-07 02:25 pm (UTC)"Justin!"
The intensity in JC's voice more than the volume kept Justin backing up, dodging crates and chairs and people. None of the back stage crew paid either of them any attention.
"JC, man ..."
"Justin. Get. Your. Butt. Here. Now!"
JC continued to advance with a steady pace and a level voice. The way he was glaring? Justin might, possibly, have pushed his plan to get JC to punish him just a little bit too far. A smidge. Maybe.
He found himself up against a wall, a dog-leg in the corridor, and had to scramble to stay ahead of JC.
"Oh no," JC muttered. "You're not getting away that easily. What in the hell were you doing out there? We needed to rehearse Bye Bye five times because - why?"
"I was just, um, I mean ..."
It was really hard to think and reverse, and dodge wardrobe people, and keep an eye out for other band members, when at least half the blood in his body was rushing to his cock. JC was stalking him.
Justin figured that he was going to die, but he'd probably die happy.
That was before the rolling rail coming down the corridor funneled him into a doorway, and he found himself with JC's fist tugging at his t-shirt front and JC's face right up in his.
"How dare you pull that shit on stage." JC hissed. Justin swallowed. He'd only been playing, but JC looked really, really pissed.
His mouth was dry, and he didn't manage to find anything to say before JC tugged him roughly forward.
The single, sharp smack was hardly anything though his jeans, but Justin jerked, and his breath hitched.
"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't ..." JC trailed off as a thought occurred to him. JC shifted his weight, pushing Justin back against the door. Justin let himself be shoved, flopping back like a rag doll. JC leant in close to talk, his words hot on Justin's face.
"If you did that because you thought I'd punish you for it, you're not wrong, Justin. But you're not getting off after that performance. Oh no."
Justin opened his eyes, and JC was shaking his head slowly.
"You go back in there and apologize, right now, and when you're in bed tonight, alone, you think about Chris's ass getting red under my hand, and you remember that you're not getting any of that for, like, a week."
JC kept glaring at him until Justin had to look away.
"I'm sorry," Justin murmured. This wasn't how it had played out in his mind, and his hard on was a thing of the past.
"Damn right," JC replied conversationally, and then he pushed away from the door and headed back up the corridor.
Well - shit.
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:06 pm (UTC)Loved it!
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