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It's been months since I worked on the trilogy-plus-one of Harry Potter stories I started over a year ago. But this http://www.livejournal.com/users/antihpslash/
made me want to write some more. :O)
Of course, in the slash olympics I usually belong to Team Cocks Are Beautiful But Fade to Black Anyway. That ::points at the link above:: lovely little community (which is not about hate, apparently, despite the 'anti' in the name) inspired me to post this instead, which is part one of a rather crude little tale I actually plan to finish. ::gasp::
Will I ever outgrow the teen rebellion?
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Warning: contains material which may be unsuitable for those in suits, children under 21, pregnant women, and non-smokers. Also includes gratuitous usage of Anglo-Saxon terms, of the four-letter variety.
Oh, and in case anyone thinks I actually know 'NSync, I don't.
Part One
…the harder they fall.
JC had a really big dick.
The other guys didn’t talk about it, but it was a little intimidating. Nobody ever wanted to sleep with someone that JC had already freaked, because comparisons might be made. Some girls wouldn’t sleep with him at all because of it. Justin had seen fear in the eyes of a groupie on JC’s lap, once.
Justin wanted it.
He wanted to suck it. He wanted to be fucked by it.
He didn’t tell JC.
Justin was a size queen. That’s what Chris had called him, when he and Chris finally had sex after seven or so years of foreplay. The sex had been good, fun and spontaneous like their friendship. Justin had been a little bit in love, but Chris had told him that he wasn’t ready to commit to anyone. Dani was still too fresh in his heart.
Perhaps the fact that Justin had admitted he’d always been fascinated by JC’s cock had bothered Chris, too. Chris said that he didn’t bottom, and if he did he wouldn’t let something that size up his ass. Chris could be kind of crude sometimes, which was sexy in a way but also not. When it was in bed and they were supposed to be cuddling.
Chris said that Justin was a girl.
“You’re all sensitive to your environment and shit,” he’d laughed, in an affectionate way. “You want soft light and music in the background and clean sheets and all that.”
Apparently Chris liked to just fuck.
They only slept together a few more times, and their friendship stayed the same. Justin cried a little, but Chris made him play one-on-one until they almost passed out, and then noogied him on the head until he was so irritated he decided Chris would be too obnoxious as a boyfriend.
~
“Besides, JC is so totally a bottom,” said Chris, apropos of nothing a few weeks later. “I mean, look at him! He wears pink hummingbird sweaters, for crying out loud. He’s practically a girl.”
JC was twirling on the dance floor, a crowd of admirers around him. His pants were a little tight, and he was hard. Justin’s mouth watered.
“I don’t know,” Joey murmured softly, without looking at the dance floor. He drank deeply of something that smelled, in Justin’s opinion, like one of the chemicals in hair spray. “I’ve seen the morning-afters walking out of the hotel. They looked pretty, um, satisfied. And they were all girls. Except that one kid that looked a little like Howie D, Dave or something that worked on the crew. Lighting? Anyway, he was walking funny, too.”
Lance snorted, in time with Chris who one-upped him by spraying beer on Justin’s new suede jacket.
“What the fuck, man! Watch where you’re spewing, yo!”
It was really irritating that they all laughed, but at least Justin knew that he was over Chris. Mostly. Though Chris was pretty good-sized, too, and had held Justin’s arms down while they fucked.
On the dance floor the colored lights swirled over JC, painting his shiny pants into hills and valleys. Some places were more hilly than others. He didn’t seem to mind when others noticed and helped out by grinding against him, either.
~
Justin liked the size of his own penis just fine, and after having it complimented by Janet Jackson felt sure that being a romantic didn’t make him a girl. Size queen or not. Besides, he had been hanging with Nelly who said sucking cock was a phase. Chris was involved with Michelle, and Justin thought maybe he should just stick to women, too.
He was working on his solo album, and it was better for his reputation if he was seen as a women-only player for awhile, anyway. So he romanced, and got rejected, and didn’t look at JC’s cock even when he threw a party for C’s birthday and JC got funky with some models. Looking around the party at three AM with the workings of a fine hangover in his very big glass, he spotted the glassy eyes of the model with whom JC had vanished earlier. She looked pretty blissed out. Maybe he’d been wrong about men being a phase.
He wanted a taste of what made her look that way.
~
made me want to write some more. :O)
Of course, in the slash olympics I usually belong to Team Cocks Are Beautiful But Fade to Black Anyway. That ::points at the link above:: lovely little community (which is not about hate, apparently, despite the 'anti' in the name) inspired me to post this instead, which is part one of a rather crude little tale I actually plan to finish. ::gasp::
Will I ever outgrow the teen rebellion?
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Warning: contains material which may be unsuitable for those in suits, children under 21, pregnant women, and non-smokers. Also includes gratuitous usage of Anglo-Saxon terms, of the four-letter variety.
Oh, and in case anyone thinks I actually know 'NSync, I don't.
Part One
…the harder they fall.
JC had a really big dick.
The other guys didn’t talk about it, but it was a little intimidating. Nobody ever wanted to sleep with someone that JC had already freaked, because comparisons might be made. Some girls wouldn’t sleep with him at all because of it. Justin had seen fear in the eyes of a groupie on JC’s lap, once.
Justin wanted it.
He wanted to suck it. He wanted to be fucked by it.
He didn’t tell JC.
Justin was a size queen. That’s what Chris had called him, when he and Chris finally had sex after seven or so years of foreplay. The sex had been good, fun and spontaneous like their friendship. Justin had been a little bit in love, but Chris had told him that he wasn’t ready to commit to anyone. Dani was still too fresh in his heart.
Perhaps the fact that Justin had admitted he’d always been fascinated by JC’s cock had bothered Chris, too. Chris said that he didn’t bottom, and if he did he wouldn’t let something that size up his ass. Chris could be kind of crude sometimes, which was sexy in a way but also not. When it was in bed and they were supposed to be cuddling.
Chris said that Justin was a girl.
“You’re all sensitive to your environment and shit,” he’d laughed, in an affectionate way. “You want soft light and music in the background and clean sheets and all that.”
Apparently Chris liked to just fuck.
They only slept together a few more times, and their friendship stayed the same. Justin cried a little, but Chris made him play one-on-one until they almost passed out, and then noogied him on the head until he was so irritated he decided Chris would be too obnoxious as a boyfriend.
~
“Besides, JC is so totally a bottom,” said Chris, apropos of nothing a few weeks later. “I mean, look at him! He wears pink hummingbird sweaters, for crying out loud. He’s practically a girl.”
JC was twirling on the dance floor, a crowd of admirers around him. His pants were a little tight, and he was hard. Justin’s mouth watered.
“I don’t know,” Joey murmured softly, without looking at the dance floor. He drank deeply of something that smelled, in Justin’s opinion, like one of the chemicals in hair spray. “I’ve seen the morning-afters walking out of the hotel. They looked pretty, um, satisfied. And they were all girls. Except that one kid that looked a little like Howie D, Dave or something that worked on the crew. Lighting? Anyway, he was walking funny, too.”
Lance snorted, in time with Chris who one-upped him by spraying beer on Justin’s new suede jacket.
“What the fuck, man! Watch where you’re spewing, yo!”
It was really irritating that they all laughed, but at least Justin knew that he was over Chris. Mostly. Though Chris was pretty good-sized, too, and had held Justin’s arms down while they fucked.
On the dance floor the colored lights swirled over JC, painting his shiny pants into hills and valleys. Some places were more hilly than others. He didn’t seem to mind when others noticed and helped out by grinding against him, either.
~
Justin liked the size of his own penis just fine, and after having it complimented by Janet Jackson felt sure that being a romantic didn’t make him a girl. Size queen or not. Besides, he had been hanging with Nelly who said sucking cock was a phase. Chris was involved with Michelle, and Justin thought maybe he should just stick to women, too.
He was working on his solo album, and it was better for his reputation if he was seen as a women-only player for awhile, anyway. So he romanced, and got rejected, and didn’t look at JC’s cock even when he threw a party for C’s birthday and JC got funky with some models. Looking around the party at three AM with the workings of a fine hangover in his very big glass, he spotted the glassy eyes of the model with whom JC had vanished earlier. She looked pretty blissed out. Maybe he’d been wrong about men being a phase.
He wanted a taste of what made her look that way.
~
