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He couldn't stay another second in that room. He had to get out. He had to be anywhere but there. Anywhere where he didn't have to watch Justin being all cuddly, cute, sweet and clingy with Chris. The five of them had gone to dinner earlier and while they ate Chris told the others that Justin and he needed to share something with the rest of them but it had to wait until after dinner, when they were protected in the privacy of their rooms. When Chris said that, Justin smiled shyly at JC and suddenly JC wasn't hungry at all. But he was a brave little soldier, so he stayed there and pretended that he wasn't breaking up inside every time Justin and Chris stole a glance at each other or shared a smile. Then, after everybody was satisfied, they all went to Justin's room so they could hear the grand news. Justin and Chris were both visibly shaken but they went through with it and told the guys that they were now a couple. After the expected initial shock, aside from JC of course, Joey and Lance were happy for them, as expected too. All was well in *NSYNC's world. Except for JC being angry, bitter and down right miserable of course. When JC thought he had had enough of it all already, things got a "bit" worse. Murphy's Law couldn't be contradicted after all. They all decided that watching a movie was a good idea. Kind of a let's show Chris and Justin that we're still the cute wittle group thing. So JC had to watch as Justin lay down on top of Chris with Chris' arms going around Justin to rest on his stomach. When JC thought he was going to throw up after about half an hour into the movie and lots of ickly sweet things between the members of the cute couple on the floor, he got up from his place on the couch and announced that he was outta there. "C'mon, C, this movie is good!" Joey exclaimed without even taking his eyes off the screen. "I gotta change. See you all." "Change?" Lance asked, actually being the only one looking at him in the room. "Going out." He didn't feel like explaining. Hell, he had just decided that he was going out that very moment! "Alone?" "Believe me, Lance. That isn't a place you'd like to go to." JC had to smile. Lance was a nice person. He liked Lance. Lance didn't ask him to teach him how to pleasure a man just to use it on the next boyband member he found around the corner. "And how do you know that?" Lance grinned back, his eyebrow raised as if daring JC. "You're straight for one." JC chuckled and ruffled Lance's spiky hair before heading for the door, not missing the 'if you weren't my friend...' that Lance muttered while trying to put his hair back in place. Back in his room, JC stared at his wardrobe, trying to decide what he was gonna wear. It had to state that he wanted to get laid but it couldn't state that he was cheap. He wanted people to want him but he wanted them to know just by looking at him that they couldn't have him. Call it a revenge of sorts if you will. Black leather pants and baby blue tank top sounded just about ok. He would look very good. He knew that. People told him that all the damn time. The club he asked his bodyguard to take him to wasn't a strange one. He had been there already, more than once. It was known for the discretion. Nobody gave a fuck if you were a boyband member, a pop princess, a decadent actor or whatever. Everybody went there to free themselves of any "title": there they were just people out to get some. And he was damned if he wasn't going to get it. When he went in, he noticed it still had the same air to it. Dark, smoky, hot. People dancing, drinking, talking, watching, fucking... "Just perfect." He grinned as he made his way inside, his bodyguard following with some space between them. He danced with lots of people. But none of them had done much for him except for serving as drink payer. Until someone took hold of his arm and turned him around and, damn, that guy was handsome, "You here alone?" "I was until now," he replied, looking into the man's eyes. He was blonde, had blue eyes and JC couldn't quite remember his name, something like Matt or Mark or something else starting with M. He just remembered leading the guy up some stairs and down a corridor till they found an empty room. It had all been pretty fast. Getting rid of clothes, falling into bed, kissing some, stroking some, JC turning over on his stomach and ordering the guy to fuck him. He also remembered telling the guy to go fast, hard, faster, harder till it was hurting and he thought that maybe the pain would help erase the memory of having Justin inside him. TBC... Hmmm... OK, way darker than I usually do it. My mind scares me sometimes... Pris