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Truckin' by go4it (PG 13)
Fandom: POPSLASH - *NSLASH
Pairing: JC/Lance, Justin/Joey
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
go4it
Author Website: A Rare Gleam
Why this must be read:
Because I have a smart kink. And well-researched AU's are a treat. I like the tone of this story and the pace is nice and slow. It's something different.
As the men shouldered duffle bags and gathered coffee cups to head for the trucks, JC spoke to Lance, "If Justin's riding with Joey, guess that leaves you with me. Chris' truck doesn't have a passenger seat."
"OK," Lance replied as he followed JC's already moving figure. Lance wasn't sure if he was happy about the prospect of several hours in JC's company. It would give him the opportunity to learn more about the man, but it also meant putting up with the trucker's attitude.
JC silently cursed Chris again as he walked along his trailer toward the cab. He supposed he should try to get along with the guy. He unlocked the passenger door and turned to face Bass.
Holding the door open, JC asked, "Have you ever ridden in one of these before?"
Lance had stopped near the cab and was staring at it. "Uh, no." Pulling his gaze from the...unusual truck, he added in a bemused tone, "Chasez, your truck is...lavender."
"Petal Perfect Purple, actually," JC informed him, running his eyes lovingly over the flawless paint job. "Why don't you climb in and I'll hand you your bag?"
"OK," Lance answered, shaking his head. Well, I guess the color's appropriate, he thought as he grasped the handle and stepped off the ground.
JC realized the other man might have an issue riding in his "gay" truck. Too damn bad for the straight man, he smirked to himself, and...oh. He lost the smirk as he faced Lance's ass at eye level. Suddenly, the sun was too too too hot, and his jeans weren't baggy enough. His eyes followed the amazing ass into the seat. Damn, that's not fair. An ass like that on a straight man. JC almost whimpered.
"OK, give it to me."
"Huh?" JC couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm ready for my bag. You can hand it up."
"Oh, uh, right." JC hoped the sun could account for the flush on his face as he avoided those green eyes. He closed the door after the bag. Walking around the front of the truck, he quickly adjusted himself and wiped sweaty palms on his jeans. Long trip ahead.
Truckin'.
Pairing: JC/Lance, Justin/Joey
Author on LJ:
go4itAuthor Website: A Rare Gleam
Why this must be read:
Because I have a smart kink. And well-researched AU's are a treat. I like the tone of this story and the pace is nice and slow. It's something different.
As the men shouldered duffle bags and gathered coffee cups to head for the trucks, JC spoke to Lance, "If Justin's riding with Joey, guess that leaves you with me. Chris' truck doesn't have a passenger seat."
"OK," Lance replied as he followed JC's already moving figure. Lance wasn't sure if he was happy about the prospect of several hours in JC's company. It would give him the opportunity to learn more about the man, but it also meant putting up with the trucker's attitude.
JC silently cursed Chris again as he walked along his trailer toward the cab. He supposed he should try to get along with the guy. He unlocked the passenger door and turned to face Bass.
Holding the door open, JC asked, "Have you ever ridden in one of these before?"
Lance had stopped near the cab and was staring at it. "Uh, no." Pulling his gaze from the...unusual truck, he added in a bemused tone, "Chasez, your truck is...lavender."
"Petal Perfect Purple, actually," JC informed him, running his eyes lovingly over the flawless paint job. "Why don't you climb in and I'll hand you your bag?"
"OK," Lance answered, shaking his head. Well, I guess the color's appropriate, he thought as he grasped the handle and stepped off the ground.
JC realized the other man might have an issue riding in his "gay" truck. Too damn bad for the straight man, he smirked to himself, and...oh. He lost the smirk as he faced Lance's ass at eye level. Suddenly, the sun was too too too hot, and his jeans weren't baggy enough. His eyes followed the amazing ass into the seat. Damn, that's not fair. An ass like that on a straight man. JC almost whimpered.
"OK, give it to me."
"Huh?" JC couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm ready for my bag. You can hand it up."
"Oh, uh, right." JC hoped the sun could account for the flush on his face as he avoided those green eyes. He closed the door after the bag. Walking around the front of the truck, he quickly adjusted himself and wiped sweaty palms on his jeans. Long trip ahead.
Truckin'.