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Bad Smut Series by Zaen (NC-17)
Fandom: POPSLASH ('NSYNCSLASH)
Pairing: JC/Justin and JC/Justin-Lance-Chris/Joey GSF!
Length: 2 Short Stories
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zaen
Author Website: Zaen's 'Nsync Fanfiction
Why this must be read: Well, my turn at the wheels has finally come to an end.Thanks toshaggirl for giving me the opportunity to reminisce over fond memories of the past. All the authors I've rec'd this month are wonderful and talented people, most of whom are good friends of mine. Until the next time, enjoy this fun and quirky series by the very funny Zaen. If Isolde is the Queen of 'Nsync Angst, Zaen is the queen of 'Nsync Humour. In this series, Zaen explores all the cliches we are all guilty of writing about. Enjoy.
Bad Smut I
“I…I don’t know…I…we…you,” Justin stammered as he looked from JC’s shimmering steely blue eyes down his hard, lanky body. Justin licked his lips before he could stop himself. He’d been having strange urges regarding his best friend ever since he accidentally saw JC naked the previous week. JC had stepped out of the shower in his hotel room and tripped over the twenty or so notebooks—filled up from only two days—he’d had strewn all over the floor. He’d squealed, and Justin had run in from his adjoining room to see what the commotion was about, only to unwittingly catch sight of JC—naked—giving Justin a full view of little JC and the Jaycettes. Ever since then, Justin had been feeling strange around his Mickey Mouse family member. ‘But I’m not gay!’ he kept telling himself. ‘Just because I fantasize daily about lick, lick, lick, licking JC from his head to his toes—that doesn’t mean I’m gay!’ he repeated in his head, while his eyes traveled over JC’s hard, ultra-lean body.
Pairing: JC/Justin and JC/Justin-Lance-Chris/Joey GSF!
Length: 2 Short Stories
Author on LJ:
zaen Author Website: Zaen's 'Nsync Fanfiction
Why this must be read: Well, my turn at the wheels has finally come to an end.Thanks to
shaggirl for giving me the opportunity to reminisce over fond memories of the past. All the authors I've rec'd this month are wonderful and talented people, most of whom are good friends of mine. Until the next time, enjoy this fun and quirky series by the very funny Zaen. If Isolde is the Queen of 'Nsync Angst, Zaen is the queen of 'Nsync Humour. In this series, Zaen explores all the cliches we are all guilty of writing about. Enjoy. Bad Smut I
“I…I don’t know…I…we…you,” Justin stammered as he looked from JC’s shimmering steely blue eyes down his hard, lanky body. Justin licked his lips before he could stop himself. He’d been having strange urges regarding his best friend ever since he accidentally saw JC naked the previous week. JC had stepped out of the shower in his hotel room and tripped over the twenty or so notebooks—filled up from only two days—he’d had strewn all over the floor. He’d squealed, and Justin had run in from his adjoining room to see what the commotion was about, only to unwittingly catch sight of JC—naked—giving Justin a full view of little JC and the Jaycettes. Ever since then, Justin had been feeling strange around his Mickey Mouse family member. ‘But I’m not gay!’ he kept telling himself. ‘Just because I fantasize daily about lick, lick, lick, licking JC from his head to his toes—that doesn’t mean I’m gay!’ he repeated in his head, while his eyes traveled over JC’s hard, ultra-lean body.
Bad Smut II
“Chris, you silly boy,” Lance remarked with a smile. After a nice laugh the five members of *Nsync went about learning Wade's newest choreography, Chris’s outburst quickly forgotten. But Chris could barely pay attention because, indeed, he did want to lick someone’s ass. And it wasn't his ex-girlfriend’s. His eyes fell on the soft yet firm pillows of flesh that called themselves buttocks. Joey’s buttocks. They swayed to and fro and contracted and released as their owner aped Wade’s demanding steps in the air-conditioned dance studio.