The JC Chasez's Winter Fic Challenge: "Love Quotes & Lust" 1) Pairings: X-Over Love - JC and any BSB. 2) Fics Length. (Prefer at least 1000 words, but not a novel. lol). 3) Registration Date: Dec. 15th, 2003 4) Completion Date: (Jan.15th, 2004 - time to recover from the holidays!) 5) Fics must be based on the following quotes: h.) In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities. ~ by Janos Arany ~
It started off as mutual respect for the older man. They shared the same body shape, skinny and lithe, and both sexy dancers. Well, he thought so and his fans didn’t seem to complain either. When the other band had been “born”, the media had immediately jumped up and created “competition” between the two bands. He thought it was stupid and fucking childish but Kevin had forbidden him saying that in interviews. He just rolled his eyes at him, but kept his comments to himself.
It seemed forever before their schedule allowed him to see the other man in action. He snuck out one night without any security. Stupid thing to do, but he was never one to play by the rules. He had managed to get tickets from the record company, bragging that they were for a “close friend.” He had slipped a hat and jacket on, a pathetic cover up really, but like anyone would notice that a Backstreet Boy was at an N sync concert. He sniggered, thinking back on that, he could have been mobbed. Luckily, he breezed through without any problems into the VIP section.
He had done this as many times as humanly possible. Which wasn’t all that many really considering Backstreet at that time were booming and hardly had any time to spare. However, there was the odd occasion, and he made use of it without hesitation. He wasn’t quite sure when the mutual respect had turned into admiration, and then into lust. It just hit him out of the blue as he watched the other man thrust and grind on stage. He was hard as a rock by the end of the show. He had gone back to the hotel that night and masturbated to thoughts of his new obsession.
Things changed drastically the following year. He found himself hating the other band’s members with a passion. How could they spend all their time with the dark haired God and not realize how special he was? He knew he would never personally stand a chance with him. Especially whilst Justin was around, the one everyone seemed to adore. It made him sick.
He hit a tough patch in his life, and found himself drowning his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. He knew it was wrong, of course he did, yet he carried on. His brothers tried to help, so did his family, but he just pushed them further away, not really sure he wanted any help. He’d drink himself to sleep at night listening to his dream man, wishing for just one chance to show him how good he could be.
He knew the other man was bi. It was general knowledge in the music industry, and he suspected the N sync fans knew too, I mean, they were like his own fans, knew everything. Almost.
Before he knew what was happening, he hit rock bottom. Kevin forced his way into his hotel room one day and blew up at him. He sat on the floor against the wall as his older brother, his father figure, told him how much he hated him. It was then that he realized he was worth more than this.
He signed himself into rehab, determined to put his life back on the right road. His girlfriend promised to help him and he’d almost laughed out loud and told her she should have helped him before. But, he kept it to himself, like Kevin had taught him, and took her help.
Things were starting to look up. He’d had a few lapses, but had righted himself again. He had been engaged, and then realized he never really loved her. He ended it. There was only one person he loved and wanted. The one person he could never have.
He shook that thought from his head. He was supposed to be thinking positively. That was one of his new philosophies. Think positive, you never know what you might achieve.
That was when his obsession really hit it’s peak. The older man had gone solo. Granted, so had Justin, but to him that meant one less person in the competition. It was easier now for him to see his god perform. He was back to performing in night clubs and small venues. Places where he could easily slip in unnoticed. It made him feel young again. Watching with pure lust as his God performed, more wildly than he had in N sync. It always left him hard and wanting more, yet he still did nothing but go home and jerk off alone.
He hit the high life. There was an emotional reunion on Oprah. The boys were back baby. He was ecstatic. They went back into the studio and things flew. They were writing better than before and the bridges that had previously been burnt, were now fixed and stronger than ever. He never once forgot about his God though. As soon as his album was on the shelves, he went out and bought 5 copies. Well, you never knew when you might need them.
He had to admit, he was impressed. He liked, no, loved the new direct man. Obviously he had his own favorite tracks. The ones you could party to and the ones to chill to. Not forgetting the ones that made him instantly hard and gave him that “if I don’t jerk off now I’m going to explode right here” feeling.
The next time they had off from writing and recording, he took some time out to go and see his obsession again. It had been a while since the last time, and for some reason he was more nervous than usual. Brushing it off, he went anyway. Taking his usual spot at the back of the small hall, he waited for the man of his dreams to appear on stage. He only ever nodded his head the music, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself. Half way through the gig, he had the feeling he was being watched. Scanning his eyes to the right of the stage, he was met with a pair of dark eyes. The man looked like he was a bodyguard. He shivered, and tried to ignore the watching eyes.
As the end of the show neared, he glanced over to where the bodyguard had been, a little surprised when he wasn’t there. Shrugging it off, he thought it was time to leave before the crowds of screaming girls did. He turned around and gasped. There in front of him was the bodyguard from earlier on that evening.
“Mr Chasez has requested your presence backstage” he had said, leaving no room for him to decline. Smiling weakly, he followed the larger man, his heart in his throat.
He had been seated in a medium sized room and been told to wait there for Mr Chasez. He had smiled to himself at the formality, but the smile was quickly wiped from his face when the door opened and JC stood before him. He had blushed at JC’s scrutinizing gaze, not sure what to say.
* Flashback * “I thought it was about time we stopped this game” JC said.
AJ’s eyes bulged. “I don’t know what you mean” he said calmly, trying not to show his nervousness.
“I’ve seen you. Since the beginning.”
“I..”
JC put his hand up to stop him from speaking and stepped closer to him. “Why didn’t you ever say something? Were you ever intending on coming forward?”
AJ shook his head. “I, I don’t know.”
JC smiled. “No, I didn’t think so” he said, frowning.
“Close your eyes” he said, his face not giving anything away.
AJ was about to question it, then thought better, and closed his eyes. He heard JC move, and then nothing. Just when he as about to open his eyes, he felt JC’s hot lips on his own. He immediately opened his mouth, welcoming JC’s tongue to mate with his. AJ moved closer to JC and wrapped his arms around the older man’s waist, pulling him flush against his own body. They stood there for minutes, tongues mating wildly, hands roaming and tugging on clothes. When they eventually pulled away they were both smiling.
* End of Flashback *
AJ smiled at the memory. That night had brought him to where he is today. He looked down at the man snuggled up against his chest as they lay together in bed. He ran his free hand through the brown curls of his lover’s hair as he stirred.
“Mmmm” he mumbled, slowly awakening. “You’re hard” he said quietly, rubbing a hand over AJ’s boxer covered crotch.
“I was just thinking” AJ replied, his mind still wandering a little.
“Hmm, I like whatever it is you’re thinking about. Care to share?”
AJ smiled again. “I was thinking about how much time I wasted. But, throughout it all, I never stopped dreaming that I would have you eventually.”
“There’s a saying about that.”
“Yeah?” AJ asked, pulling his lover’s body to rest up on his own.
“Yes. In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.”
“I like that” AJ replied, leaning up to capture JC’s lips with his own.