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JuC. Groupie Justin or JC, please. Smut is still more than appreciated, but never required. I'd love it if you used these lyrics from the no doubt song 'leftovers'. If you haven't heard the song, you should definitely download.




Thinking what should I do now I don't have you
Facing my demotion, I'm just a fish in your ocean
Has been that's what I am with no backstage wrist band
I'm freaking, seconds of you, that's not what I'm used to

Feed, feed them all to me
I'm careful with my stuff
What's your policy?
First one's free

I save 'em up, I put 'em in my pocket
I save 'em up, I put 'em in a jar
I save 'em up, I'm going to need 'em for later
I save 'em up, and then they'll go real far

Hand me downs, I'll take downs
I'll take the leftovers
Cold ones and the old ones, better than no one

Feed, feed them all to me
I'm careful with my stuff
What's your policy?
First one's free

I save 'em up, I put 'em in my pocket
I save 'em up, I put 'em in a jar
I save 'em up, I need 'em for later
I save 'em up, and then they'll go real far

I time it out, I gotta be real careful
I time it out, I get 'em right on time
I time it out, get 'em when I need him
Time is up, what's left is over
It's over

I can never have enough
I can never have enough
I sure am greedy, hand 'em over to me


Thanks in advance!

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Okay, let's try this again and see how many posts it takes me...

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JC wasn’t surprised to see him in the front row of his New York concert. The kid was always there, with his bright eyes and curly hair that contrasted the sexy clothes he wore just right. From his spot backstage where no one in the audience could see him yet, he watched the boy lean on the railing, saw the muscles in his arms ripple with each movement, and couldn’t help but smile when other fans around him stared at him as well. When JC finally hit the stage, he worked the crowd like he always did, but made sure to send winks to the center section more often.

During one of his costume changes, he called over his assistant and pointed to him, “I want him backstage waiting for me.” Her eyebrows drew together at him and he raised an eyebrow. “Make it happen.” And then he was running back on-stage, singing and dancing and forgetting about his assistant for the time being. He repeated the words to her when the concert was three-quarters of the way over and he still saw him in the front row. She gulped and nodded and left to talk to one of JC’s bodyguards. By the time JC made it back onto the stage for the final set of four songs, he grinned at the spot where the boy previously stood that was now taken over by a slim blonde girl who was obviously flirting with one of the venue’s security guards to try and get to him. He smirked, knowing it would never happen.

Backstage after a show was always a frenzy with people running around, his dancers running to the dressing rooms to take a quick shower and change clothes before they hit the clubs or hit the busses. He walked in long strides to his dressing room, his two bodyguards on either side of the hallway, making sure no one snuck in to grab him; JC nodded to them when he opened his dressing room door and once it shut again, they flanked the doorway to keep secrets in.

He was there; JC could tell right away. He flicked on the lights, but ignored the young man sitting on the couch for the time being, going instead to the small refrigerator, opening it to see it fully stocked with bottles of water. Taking one, he twisted the cap off and drank half the bottle in one gulp before turning back to the couch. “So how did I know you’d be here?” he smirked.

“I’m always here,” he said cockily. “Don’t you know that by now?”

“Of course I do,” JC replied as he walked to the couch and kneeled on the cushions, a knee on either side of the boy’s body. “Now, tell me – what’s your name again?”

“Justin,” he said as he narrowed his eyes. “Can’t remember names now?”

“Not when there are so many of you,” JC shot back as he leaned back to rest on Justin’s lap. “Is that a problem?” He gripped Justin’s shoulder for leverage and began circling his hips above Justin’s, grinding down roughly. “Because if it is, I can easily get someone else tonight.”

“No,” Justin said as his fingers gripped the cushions because he knew he couldn’t touch yet; if he did, he’d be thrown out. “No, it’s good.”

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“Mmm,” JC moaned out. He lifted his shirt from his body, throwing it to the floor before sliding off Justin’s body and leaning back into the couch, spreading his arms to rest on the back of the couch and spreading his legs just enough to make him look like the rock star he knew he was. “How many times have I brought you backstage?”

Justin looked surprised at the question and counted slowly in his head. “Seven.”

“Seven,” his tongue rolled the word around his mouth. His lips turned into a smirk. “That’s enough to know what I want.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge and waited to see what Justin would do. He watched as Justin made himself turn from the unsure boy in the crowd to the confident groupie he had always been in the dressing room. “Is this going to take long?” JC bit out.

“Not at all,” Justin dared him back, knowing that JC loved boys who had attitude. He slid from the couch onto the floor and made his way on his knees to the space in-between JC’s legs. With sure fingers, he undid the buttons on JC’s jeans and pulled them down with boxers when JC lifted his hips. And then the room was full of humming from Justin and deep, quiet noises of “yeah,” and “mmm,” and “that’s right, like that.” JC’s fingers gripped into Justin’s curled tightly as he pulled the young boy up from the floor and tossed him onto the couch.

“You know, don’t you?” he smirked again and Justin scrambled to kneel, his body leaning over the back of the couch. “At least you know what you’re doing.” Justin could feel him move behind him, could hear the small sound of the condom wrapper being torn open and could definitely feel the slick fingers sliding into him, two turning quickly into three and Justin moaned and whimpered because it felt so good with JC. “So much better than the rest, I have to say.” The door opened just as JC slid into him roughly and there was a small pause when JC looked to see who it was, but then the thrusting started when he saw it was only his assistant.

“JC,” she said and coughed as she realized JC wouldn’t stop what he was doing. “JC, there’s a question about one of your concerts coming up.”

“Oh?” he inquired, but then he repeated the word as a long, drawn-out syllable when he pushed into Justin hard and Justin tightened himself instinctively around JC. He slid his hands up Justin’s back, pulling the shirt that he was still wearing, up with his wrists until his fingers curled around broad shoulders that gave him an extra angle to thrust into. “What about the concert?” he asked as he moved a hand to Justin’s chest where his fingers twisted Justin’s nipples until he cried out from the sensation. “Mmm, you like that?” he asked Justin quietly, not listening to his assistant speaking. Justin nodded and pushed back into JC and moved his hand to his thigh, slowly inching upwards to his cock. “Don’t,” JC growled. “Don’t even think about it.” He glanced at his assistant, “Honestly, Leigha, I’m not paying attention to you, can’t we figure this out later?”

“Sure,” she sighed. “But don’t fall asleep on the bus then.”

“I won’t,” he grinned and focused back on fucking Justin when the door slammed behind her.

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“Fuck,” Justin groaned out as his body tightened with each thrust. He made a protesting noise when JC pulled out but then quieted when he felt himself being turned to lie on his back against the full length of the couch. “Oh God,” he couldn’t help but breathe when JC’s hands lifted his legs to rest on his shoulders, one of his own knees coming up to rest on the inside part of the couch while he kept his other foot on the ground. “Yes,” he managed to breathe out when JC slid back into him from the new position, the feeling burning fire up his spine and then spreading through his body. He lifted his hips as much as he could and he brought a hand to the back of the couch to find some sort of purchase while his other slid to the back of his thigh where he could feel JC’s body thrumming against it. His neck arched and his back followed until it felt like he was suspended in air and then suddenly, without warning, the strings that seemed to be holding him up snapped and he came hard, his eyes shutting on impact.

JC was murmuring words above him and he could make out a small “you’re right, it didn’t take long,” that was followed by a laugh but Justin didn’t care because his body was still tight with heat and desire. When he could open his eyes again, he pushed away from JC and through the heated, angry look JC threw him, he scrambled to sit on the couch, pulling JC in by the hips, taking off the condom, and swallowing him down until he could feel JC’s dick touch the back of his throat and sucked while his hand pumped from the base of the shaft until JC threw out curses and came down Justin’s throat, his hands finding their way back into Justin’s hair.

And just like that, the night was over. JC pulled away and nodded at Justin before going to the refrigerator to grab another bottle of water. He threw one wordlessly to Justin who just toyed with it. “It was good,” JC said simply and Justin knew he didn’t like saying anything to his groupies afterwards, so he was happy he got that, at least. “If you don’t know how to get out of here, just tell one of the bodyguards outside; they’ll bring you out.” He walked to the bathroom and the shower turned on. Justin put himself together again and was about to walk out when JC came back out. “See you at the next New York concert, maybe.” The words were enough to make Justin have hope.

When he left the room, he knew that the people who were still there – the bodyguards, the dancers, and the band – knew exactly what he had been doing and they all seemed to look at him with pity because they all knew he was just another mark in JC’s book, nothing special. But as he walked out on his own, Justin just said “eight” in his mind and that was enough to hold him over until the next time.

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I can't begin to even articulate how much i love you for this. Really.

*hugs you* Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!

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Well, you're most definitely welcome. I wasn't sure if it was okay because I tried to use the song, but then it got all screwed up and well, the song didn't fit anymore. LoL.

But I'm glad you liked it!!!! Yay! :o)