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So, Popbitch told me this this morning:

J C Chasez used to be a foot model. He got $2000 for the job when he was 13 years old.

Anyone up for footfic? Like... foot fetish or foot rub or something. Because I'm in a strange mood.

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Um, this little thing came to me and I don't know if it makes sense, but here you go. Hope you like it.

Lance has this thing about feet. Especially JC's feet. They just look so hot, so strong and still fragile in a way. Which is probably pretty fucked up, Lance thinks, but he can't help it. There's just something about JC's feet that makes his mouth water, not that he ever told anyone about it. Not even JC.

Especially not JC.

He looks over at JC sitting on the couch, naked feet propped up on the coffee table. Lance looks away instantly when he sees the toe ring gleam in the light. He loves the toe ring.

There's this fantasy he has. He's kneeling in front of JC, one foot in his palm, and he's trailing his tongue around the edges of the ring very slowly and he imagines JC moaning with pleasure. Then he sucks the toe into his mouth, massaging the underside with his tongue. He can almost taste JC in his mouth, sweet and spicy just like the rest of JC's body with a little bit of a metallic hint from the ring.

Lance is glad that JC can't see his lap from where he's sitting on the couch. It would be kind of embarrassing to explain why he got a hard on from doing paperwork. Although, it'd be without a doubt less embarrassing than explaining his weird fascination with JC's feet.

He tries to concentrate on the papers in front of him, but then he sees JC wiggle his toes and he's moaning. Damn! This obsession is starting to interfere with his every day life. Lance tries to think of other things. Things like fish.

Cold, ugly fish, wiggling on the ground and gasping for oxygen, but then he sees a proud and widely grinning JC next to the fish, fishing rod in his hands and wearing flip flops and a toe ring. This is not helping, he screams in his head and he tries to will his erection down.

"Lance?"

JC's voice jolts him back and he's sure he's got a horrified look on his face with his eyes bugging out.

"Something wrong?"

"Um..." Lance swallows. "No, nothing wrong. This paperwork just gives me a headache."

"You need anything?" JC's looking concerned.

"No." Lance almost squeaks, because what he needs right now is something JC wouldn't want to give him. "No, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." But Lance isn't sure at all.

"Okay, if you're sure." JC's still looks worried, but to Lance's relief he turns back to the movie he's been watching.

That was close, Lance thinks and tries very hard to not look at JC's feet for the rest of the night.

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Oh, I love that so much. Like... *loves* Poor Lance. And the toe ring! And! And! *dies*

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Hee! I'm glad you liked it. My first time writing about a foot fetish ;-).