Ok, I cheated a little. This is part 2 of a JoeC h/c. Part One can be found HERE (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fic_requests/10259.html) and for part 2
It was a long time later that JC woke up. Joey had stayed with him the entire time, dozing some but mostly just petting the man in his arms. There was no way he was going to leave him. His hand stilled as JC shifted beside him, different from the sleepy repositioning of the other times. JC moved slowly, climbing out of bed and shuffling to the bathroom and back under the warm covers and into Joe’s side. He was quiet, his breathing even but he didn’t fall back to sleep. The shadows were lengthening across the pearl carpet before even moved again. Joey just laid his head against the other mans and waited.
When he finally spoke his voice sounded abused. “It’s not going to happen.” he put a hand up and pushed it tiredly through his hair. “They like the music, but the lyrics are too suggestive. The video’s have to be toned down. You can’t be that blatant JC. We need a PG rating JC. Do this JC. Do THAT JC. It’s my album. My music.” he closed his eyes. “My dream.” the last a whisper. “I’ve failed before it’s even started. Before it can even see the neon of a record store it’s doomed.”
Of all the things that could have been wrong Joey had never thought it would have been the album. But then again. The album was a part of JC. He had been writing his own stuff for years and now and he knew JC was running into snafu after snafu. He pulled JC closer until his head was on his chest. Joey’s fingers sliding through the long tangled strands.
“The date’s been delayed... indefinitely, due to marketing issues.” JC didn’t even have to use finger quotes. The scorn in those last words were very evident. “More like they can’t pull their head out of their asses and support someone who made them a hell of a lot of money in the past. But they don’t want to say no outright because of the possibility of losing the next release from NSYNC.” his back was rigid despite Joey running his hand along the bare skin. “They’re taking it all away Joe. Why? It’s not any worse than hip hop, speed metal, some freaking rap acts. What the hell?”
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Date: 2004-05-03 01:15 pm (UTC)and for part 2
It was a long time later that JC woke up. Joey had stayed with him the entire time, dozing some but mostly just petting the man in his arms. There was no way he was going to leave him. His hand stilled as JC shifted beside him, different from the sleepy repositioning of the other times. JC moved slowly, climbing out of bed and shuffling to the bathroom and back under the warm covers and into Joe’s side. He was quiet, his breathing even but he didn’t fall back to sleep. The shadows were lengthening across the pearl carpet before even moved again. Joey just laid his head against the other mans and waited.
When he finally spoke his voice sounded abused. “It’s not going to happen.” he put a hand up and pushed it tiredly through his hair. “They like the music, but the lyrics are too suggestive. The video’s have to be toned down. You can’t be that blatant JC. We need a PG rating JC. Do this JC. Do THAT JC. It’s my album. My music.” he closed his eyes. “My dream.” the last a whisper. “I’ve failed before it’s even started. Before it can even see the neon of a record store it’s doomed.”
Of all the things that could have been wrong Joey had never thought it would have been the album. But then again. The album was a part of JC. He had been writing his own stuff for years and now and he knew JC was running into snafu after snafu. He pulled JC closer until his head was on his chest. Joey’s fingers sliding through the long tangled strands.
“The date’s been delayed... indefinitely, due to marketing issues.” JC didn’t even have to use finger quotes. The scorn in those last words were very evident. “More like they can’t pull their head out of their asses and support someone who made them a hell of a lot of money in the past. But they don’t want to say no outright because of the possibility of losing the next release from NSYNC.” his back was rigid despite Joey running his hand along the bare skin. “They’re taking it all away Joe. Why? It’s not any worse than hip hop, speed metal, some freaking rap acts. What the hell?”