TrickC preferred, but not required...

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

I have a kink for guys being overwhelmed and losing control of themselves, only to be schmoopily restored/repaired/consoled by their boyfriend.

I request any *Nsync pairing, SDB #1 being emotionally overwhelmed for whatever reason (tour stress magnified by outside of career life events, whatever...)and SDB #2 immediately wrapping him in warmth and security, blanketing him in love until things are all better, or at least until he can face said situation.

Sex is a wonderful component but not a requirement; write what your muses dictate, y'know?

Thanks!

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[underneathatree.livejournal.com]

By the time JC got the fifth phone call, but before the third text, he was already on his way. Unfortunately, Chris did not know this. So, he paced. And made call number 5. Checked the itinerary Johnny had sent him, threw back a shot of tequilla and then sent text number 3. Or was it 4. Chris was getting fuzzy on details.

How in the world had he thought he was going to be able to do this? He was an aging boybander, er vocal musician... he sang in a register only dogs truly appreciated... he had bad knees!

"Chris, what do your knees have to do with you singing a handful of rock songs? You're not planning on dancing while you sing are you? Because, I love your music, you know I do. But. Dancing is wrong for it, all wrong."

Chris blinked and sloppily threw himself at the JC. JC was the best. Both of him. He could read minds. Chris really loved that in a friend. Made communicating so much easier.

JC pet his back. "I cannot read minds Chris. You're drunk and thinking out loud. Again. You have got to stop doing this. The crowd in Dallas loved your set. This is Orlando, you've got people here. And they're going to love it too. I'll never understand why you don't see how talented you are."

Chris mumbled something about singing like a prepubescent boy and looking like a munchkin. JC laughed at that. Chris curled into JC searching to be surrounded by the sound. He rubbed up against JC and JC gave a light moan.

"Chris."

"Want you to do that again. Make that sound. The warm one with the bubbles."

JC laughed again and Chris burrowed a bit more, rubbing his nose in the crease of JC's neck. JC groaned again and tried to put some space between them. Chris would have none of it.

"JC, you're all squishy and huggy. Except here." Chris bumped up agianst JC's groin, causing him to suck in his breath. "Here's all hard." Chris settled his nose back into JC's neck and sighed warmly.

"That's because I've got this attractive man all snuggled up on me. He's being very affectionate and rubbing up against me. Plus, I like him. He's a great guy, even if he is drunk."

"Whys'e so great?"

"Well, because he's smart and funny, he makes me feel special. He has a beautiful voice, and he uses it to sing dirty things that make me smile."

"Sounds like a fun dude." Chris mused from JC's neck. JC responded by chuckling. Chris wiggled pleasantly, rubbing against the hard parts of JC.

"He.Chris. He is a fun dude. And you know what? You know him."

Chris pulled up his head and looked at JC quizzically. "I do?"

JC smiled at him. It was rare that Chris lost all composure, let his guard so far down, needed this much blatant reassurance. But, it always meant he needed JC, always led to an overly affectionate Chris. JC loved Chris all the time, but in times like this he got to tell him. Out loud.

"You do. Because it's you. You're that wonderful, strange, funny, beautiful singing man who has me so turned on I'm about to cream my pants like a teenager."

Chris seemed to focus a tiny bit. He leaned up and planted a sloppy kiss on JC's mouth, licking into it, wet and sweet. JC kissed him back, arms tightened around his waste. He loved this part of Chris but hateds the things that brough it on. He treasured the tiny flashes of time and wished for them never to come again to his funny, smart lover.

JC wasn't at all surprised when Chris stopped kissing him, or when he forced his nose back up against JC's neck, lapping gently and haphazardly. He certainly wasn't surprised when Chris fell asleep, snoring lightly into his skin.

The oh so soft 'thanks' breathed into the night, however. Nothing had ever surprised him more.

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Honey:

Let me just say:

I. Loved. This.

A =LOT=.

Especially the ending. I REALLY enjoyed this; Thank You so *so* much!

[underneathatree.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it. :o)

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

That was great!!! I was very happy.

[underneathatree.livejournal.com]

ooh, I love it when I get to make people happy!