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All Your Mental Armor by Synecdochic (PG-13)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Justin/JC/Lance
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synecdochic
Author Website: Venus in Furs
Why this must be read: Synecdochic writes things that are so painfully hot that you practically need to defog your computer screen when you're done. The language is always so stunning, too. While this story is more sensual than anything, it still makes you squirm in your seat by the end.
It should have been ludicrous, the way JC was looking at him. It wasn't. It was setting off little explosions in the pit of his stomach, and it didn't matter that he hadn't seriously thought about any of his bandmates like that in years. For the first time, staring down that look from JC, he could almost understand why JC seemed to be the one in control of his and Justin's relationship. He let himself be dragged to his feet, and JC was there right up against him, fingers linked together behind Lance's neck.
Lance felt like his brain was slipping gears. He cleared his throat. "JC, I really, uh --"
"Shh." JC's eyes were steady on Lance's face as he swayed to the beat. Lance was sure that he'd fallen into some sort of bizarre parallel universe. Justin was just sitting on the floor watching, a little smile on his face, and Lance was virtually certain that no matter what fucked-up relationship rules JC and Justin were using, watching your semi-kinda-almost boyfriend hitting on one of your bandmates should have rated at least a spark of jealousy. Except it wasn't JC hitting on him, not really. It was just JC and his weird thing about touch and music and Lance really should have been used to it by then.
All Your Mental Armor
Pairing: Justin/JC/Lance
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor Website: Venus in Furs
Why this must be read: Synecdochic writes things that are so painfully hot that you practically need to defog your computer screen when you're done. The language is always so stunning, too. While this story is more sensual than anything, it still makes you squirm in your seat by the end.
It should have been ludicrous, the way JC was looking at him. It wasn't. It was setting off little explosions in the pit of his stomach, and it didn't matter that he hadn't seriously thought about any of his bandmates like that in years. For the first time, staring down that look from JC, he could almost understand why JC seemed to be the one in control of his and Justin's relationship. He let himself be dragged to his feet, and JC was there right up against him, fingers linked together behind Lance's neck.
Lance felt like his brain was slipping gears. He cleared his throat. "JC, I really, uh --"
"Shh." JC's eyes were steady on Lance's face as he swayed to the beat. Lance was sure that he'd fallen into some sort of bizarre parallel universe. Justin was just sitting on the floor watching, a little smile on his face, and Lance was virtually certain that no matter what fucked-up relationship rules JC and Justin were using, watching your semi-kinda-almost boyfriend hitting on one of your bandmates should have rated at least a spark of jealousy. Except it wasn't JC hitting on him, not really. It was just JC and his weird thing about touch and music and Lance really should have been used to it by then.
All Your Mental Armor