Top or Bottom
By: LD Griffin
Pairing: JC/Justin
Disclaimer: I do not know NSYNC. I wish I did, but I don't. This is Fiction!!!
Summary: Justin goes out to prove JC's not what he says he is.
Rating: R right now, NC-17 eventually
Feedback: Yes please!!! It brightens my day more than anything in the world. And I won't continue it if you all think it's crap.
Author's Note: First off. this short series is for Viv. She asked me to write a story with JC as a big willy bottom, like we all (or at least her and I) think he is. This is based on the "What's Going On" video...and the interesting choice JC made for the words on his bandanna. This is the first of 3.
JC stood in the back room looking through the word decals. Every word that he chose would be pasted onto his black bandanna. These words would be a symbol of what the performers were or their views so this process deserved a great amount of thought. Shuffling through the box, he came across his choices.
"Let's see here...um, well I am white. So, I'll take that one. And, I am rich...so we'll add that one to the pile. Hmm, I am young, I'll take that one. I've been painting a lot lately so I'll take artist. And...." JC stopped mumbling to himself and smiled bright.
"I'll take this one too." JC said as he stuffed the last one to the back of the pile in his hand, smiled at the lady helping out, and walked into the hallway.
Justin walked out of the side room and into the foyer. "Hey C, what's up?"
"Justin, I thought you shot your sequence in LA. What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come and see what was going on."
"Okay..." JC said as he turned on his heels and made a crazy motion around his ear with his finger.
He walked to the set, and sat down in a black directors chair waiting for the director's instructions.
"JC?" the director called.
"Yes?"
"Come stand over here. The camera will zoom in on your face, and just peel back the bandanna."
JC walked up to the silver lined wall and prepared to unravel his bandanna. The cameras started rolling and JC lip synched the words to the song as he removed it. One by one the words blurred by the camera.
Young
Rich
Artist
White
TOP
Justin looked on at his friend, watching him writhe against the wall, and nearly choked when he saw JC's last choice for a word.
"Shit."
Trying to slow down his heartbeat, he took a deep breath and regained composure just before JC walked up to him again.
"How was that?" JC said with a small twinkle in his eyes.
"Josh...top?"
"Yes, well they told me we were supposed to choose something we were."
"Jace, no offense...but you are so not a top. You`re definitely a big willy bottom. Just look at you."
JC stared down at himself, and then looked back up at Justin`s face.
"Justin, how would you know?"
"I can tell."
"Justin, you couldn't even figure out I was gay. When I told the guys, you were the most shocked of all of them. So tell me, how can you be so sure I'm not a top?"
"JC...you're not a top. That's all I can say."
"Fine, unless you can give me a better reason than that, I still say I'm a top."
"Jace, I'm sorry man, you're just not the fucker. You're the fuckee."
JC stuck out his tongue, gave Justin the bird, and walked out of the studio.
End part 1
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