JuC

[ashleylive.livejournal.com]

A story that is JuC that uses JC's "Build My World" as sort of the background for the story. Maybe.... possibly.... could be?

Will be muchly appreciated.

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[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

A bit sad... but then again, so is the song. Right?

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To Justin Timberlake life was a party. Pretty girls and boys all in a row waiting to be picked. There was no forever, just the never ending line of one night stands. He liked it like that. It gave him a sense of power. Not to mention the freedom to have whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. There was nothing that satisfied him more than to be able to take what he wanted. He smiled his million watt smile, let the pick of the night experience the gold and then had his security escort them out so he was alone and tangled in the newly cleaned sheets the next morning.

It wasn’t until the nights he was alone, too sick of the circus to have someone over, that he felt it. The deep pang of loneliness that started in the pit of his stomach and spread to his mind. Poisoning it against the constant adoration he surrounded himself in. He sprawled on the couch those nights. Head titled back against the butter soft leather cushions, bottle of expensive wine in his hand, music coming out of the sound system that cost almost as much as the custom built bike in the garage. One song on repeat for hours on end. His nerves twitching underneath his skin making it hard to concentrate on the lyrics or the melody. So instead he focused on the voice while pouring the bitter sweet liquid down his throat.

It usually took two bottles. The first made him ache, the second made him numb. Two to forget what it was like to be the real him and bring the superstar life into focus once more. The part where he was introspective usually came with bottle number three if he got that far. That one usually was only half gone when he woke up the next day. That’s how much it took to make him pick up the phone and hit speed dial. Just enough to be slurred in speech as he questioned his life meaning to the sleepy voice on the other end. The one who dressed and talked to Justin on the cell phone as he drove over. The one who let himself in with his own key and went to him, who pulled him up and led him to the giant bed with soft cotton sheets and plush designer comforter. The one who slid in next to him and soothed in a quiet voice as his hand smoothed over the shaking back when the tears fell.

Justin woke the next morning with a dry mouth, a pounding head, and a warm body behind his. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. It was the man whose voice had surrounded him in song through the first two bottles. The man he wanted to, as the song said, build his world around. He slid his hand to where JC’s rested against his abdomen and slipped his long fingers through them. Maybe this time he could hold on.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

Awwwww.


That was just heartbreaking.

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

I love the picture you paint of JC through Justin's eyes.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

JO! That was absolutely fantastic!! Wonderfully done. Bravo!!!

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I always love playing Justin the star against Justin the lost little boy.