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The Times It By Seven Mix by Terri (R-ish?)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Lance/Chris, Justin/JC, Joey/Kelly
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
turps33
Author Website: (Terri's popslash stories is not online at the moment but it will be back)
Why this must be read: This is another story from this year's remix challenge. From Patchworkdragon's delightful PWP In A Room Full Of People Terri's built a whole Nsync reunion story. The Lance/Chris interaction is hot, hot, hot, and the interplay between all the guys is fun and wry and just so right. Wonderful!
Excerpt: JC folds himself down onto the grass. He's wearing baggy capris with tiny sequins around the hem. They catch the light when he moves; glinting sparks that flash silver as JC pulls off his sneakers, dropping them to one side. Pushing his bare toes into the grass, he lies down, his shirt hitching up as he stretches out his arms, basking in the sun.
He looks content and relaxed in turquoise, half smiling, more the JC of before than the intermediate solo years of sharp suits and sculptured hair.
JC tips his head to one side and opens an eye. "Justin thinks you're suffering from delayed separation anxiety."
"Justin thinks a lot of things. It's a bad habit of his." Crumpling his burger wrapper, Chris zips open his bag and grabs his bottle of pills. Popping two out, he swallows them with a drink of juice, then wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. "He thinks you're a sex obsessed perfectionist maniac who needed an intervention."
JC sits abruptly, glaring across at the picnic benches where Justin's sitting with a bunch of crew, telling some story as he eats his lunch. "He said that?!"
"No," Chris admits, laughing when JC scowls before laying back down. "I'm sure he thought it, though."
Hands back behind his head, JC stretches out one leg, his capri pants falling below his knee as he flexes his foot. "So, while we're on the subject of sex. You and Lance?"
"Subtle, C. Real subtle."
JC shrugs, wholly unapologetic. "You've been hanging together, he brings you food, you throw wet towels at him. It's sweet."
"I am not sweet."
The Times It By Seven Mix
Pairing: Lance/Chris, Justin/JC, Joey/Kelly
Author on LJ:
turps33Author Website: (Terri's popslash stories is not online at the moment but it will be back)
Why this must be read: This is another story from this year's remix challenge. From Patchworkdragon's delightful PWP In A Room Full Of People Terri's built a whole Nsync reunion story. The Lance/Chris interaction is hot, hot, hot, and the interplay between all the guys is fun and wry and just so right. Wonderful!
Excerpt: JC folds himself down onto the grass. He's wearing baggy capris with tiny sequins around the hem. They catch the light when he moves; glinting sparks that flash silver as JC pulls off his sneakers, dropping them to one side. Pushing his bare toes into the grass, he lies down, his shirt hitching up as he stretches out his arms, basking in the sun.
He looks content and relaxed in turquoise, half smiling, more the JC of before than the intermediate solo years of sharp suits and sculptured hair.
JC tips his head to one side and opens an eye. "Justin thinks you're suffering from delayed separation anxiety."
"Justin thinks a lot of things. It's a bad habit of his." Crumpling his burger wrapper, Chris zips open his bag and grabs his bottle of pills. Popping two out, he swallows them with a drink of juice, then wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. "He thinks you're a sex obsessed perfectionist maniac who needed an intervention."
JC sits abruptly, glaring across at the picnic benches where Justin's sitting with a bunch of crew, telling some story as he eats his lunch. "He said that?!"
"No," Chris admits, laughing when JC scowls before laying back down. "I'm sure he thought it, though."
Hands back behind his head, JC stretches out one leg, his capri pants falling below his knee as he flexes his foot. "So, while we're on the subject of sex. You and Lance?"
"Subtle, C. Real subtle."
JC shrugs, wholly unapologetic. "You've been hanging together, he brings you food, you throw wet towels at him. It's sweet."
"I am not sweet."
The Times It By Seven Mix