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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.”