Like It Says On The Can by Terri (NC17)

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Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: no pairings, but it is a fic about sex
Length: 7,800 words
Author on LJ: turps33
Author Website: YIMAN
Why this must be read:

First, some warnings: This one isn't for everyone. It discusses bestiality, incest, and several other kinks that are a bit over the line into perversions.

This fic is an AU. It's written as a mock documentary about individuals belonging to an LJ community centered on unique sexual practices. All the NSYNC guys are in the documentary.

I thought the fic was delightfully funny, but I know some people were disturbed by it.

Beyond the amusement factor, I recommend this fic because there's a layer that feels very insightful and true to life. And, no, I don't think any of the pop boys practice any of these perversions, but there's still something there.

Like Chris. Chris has sex with motorbikes. And when I sit back and consider this fic's Chris and my impressions of the real Chris, it makes me a little sad. I can see how Chris might be protecting himself from heartbreak and how he doesn't believe in romantic love anymore and how that's translated in this fic as Chris investing his romantic/sexual energies into things that ultimately cannot love him back. It is sad.

But there's also a redeeming side, because he obviously loves his town and is giving back to it.

Although we knew from his posts that Chris worked as a mechanic, it was a surprise to discover that not only did he own a thriving business, he also employed a series of apprentices, all selected from disadvantaged homes.

Chris refused our request to interview his staff, but when we talked to them off camera, they all agreed he was a great boss and denied any knowledge of his sexual fetishes.

"I know what it's like to go hungry, so if I can help give them a good start, I will." Chris shrugs and picks at a loose thread on the arm of his couch. "They get benefits and a good wage; I get good workers." He smiles then. "Plus, I get minions to do my work, they're great at laundry."

The characterization of JC in this fic is also quite special. He's got two kinks, one's a surprise. But the other is that music is sex for him. Making music is a sexual act. The description of his "performances" is fun--and no disrespect to the real JC, but it's also pretty believeable.

"I suppose." Hesitant at first, JC pulls out his iPod and gives one of the ear buds to Justin. Putting in his own bud, he scrolls through the list then presses play. Immediately he slips back further in his chair as he slides his hand over his belly, slow caressing strokes that makes the fabric of his t-shirt pull up. A last touch and he suddenly stands, causing Justin to jump up too, and he nods to the beat as JC stretches his arms in the air before engaging in an energetic session of jazz hands.

That over, JC slows down the pace and leans back, his spine arching, his head tipped back as he licks along his bottom lip, then he straightens and twirls in place, making Justin orbit around him.

Eyes closing, his mouth slightly open, JC sucks his middle finger into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing before he suddenly pops his finger from his mouth and snaps his hands in the air while stomping his feet. Obviously aroused, he presses his hand against his pants, and then slowly unbuttons the fly, each button popped out to an unheard beat.

I don't want to spoil all of the fic's surprises, but it's irreverent and funny (and insightful in places) and I urge you to give it a try.

Like It Says On The Can