Is this a new week yet?

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It's been a bad day. You know what would make me happy?

JC/Howie. Preferably happy, sweet, whatever. AU, Euro, whatever would be fine. Make me laugh, please??

And if this post is a violation, please let me know.

ETA: I'm a loser and should have waited until Tuesday.

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Okay, first off. I started writing this last night and just finished it. As I was spell checking it, it occured to me, I don't know if the boys actually were at this Grammy show or if they just made the party circuit. I've come to the decision of this... for sake of this fic, they went. OK? Cool. That said, I hope you like this. I've never paired them together and was nervous about it.

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“Your hair is all flat.”

“I know this.”

“It’s flat and kinda slicked back.”

“Again, I know this. I’m the one that did it.”

He didn’t even try to hide his look of horror, “but it’s *whines* flaaaaaaaaat.”

JC stopped putting on his shoes and turned to look at his lover. “Howie, what is wrong with my hair being flat?”

“Besides the fact that it’s all flat and slicked back?” Howie asked.

JC pursed his lips, “Do I need to go find pictures of you with your hair slicked back and in a ponytail? Do I need to go find a picture of you with ironed hair?”

“No, we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you.” Howie said coming over to stand next to JC. “We’re talking about how I like when your hair is kinda wild and got just a little bit of curl to it.”

JC smirked as he walked over to where Howie stood, before Howie could react he pushed him against the wall and claimed his mouth with a steamy kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting and Howie’s eyes were a bit glassy. “I still have some hair that’s wild and curly.” JC told him, winking.

Howie groaned and reached out for JC, “don’t tease me, baby. How do you expect me to concentrate on smiling for the cameras tonight if all I have on my mind is your hair?” He squeezed JC through his pants.

“We could skip the Grammy’s?” JC replied, rocking into Howie’s hand, leaning forward to kiss him again, “Hell, I wasn’t suppose to be there anyway.”

“I have to be there, it’s another one of the required group appearances.”

“Fine, but you leave there with me,” JC said, leaning down and nuzzling his face where Howie’s shirt was unbuttoned. “We’ll make a quick appearance at the after parties and then come back here.”

Another kiss followed by more groping, hungers escalated and it wasn’t long before Howie had JC’s pants unzipped and pulled down enough to get his hand inside them. The sound of a car horn honking was enough to make them pause but not enough to stop them. The sound of someone pounding on the front door also brought a pause. It was Nick barreling up into the house, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Howie, you’re gonna make us late dude! Where the hell are you?” That actually did make them break free of each other.

JC’s pants were back up and zipped before Nick entered the room. As Howie turned to follow Nick from the room, JC leaned forward and wiped his thumb across Howie’s swollen lower lip, wiping away the moisture there. “Meet me in the bathroom half way through the show, I’ll return the favor.” JC told Howie as he left the room.

As Howie got into the waiting car he couldn’t help but think, it was going to be an interesting night at the Grammy’s.