January 1, 2003
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by lancenerd |
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Joey/JC Rated: PG Thanks to coreopsis and strandia for beta. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joey ran across the street toward the hotel, the heat and humidity of a too-warm fall in New York laboring his every step. The playbill he held in his hand curled with the moisture in the air, the ink on the cover smudging under his thumb. He wiped his brow with his other hand then wiped it on his jeans, which were damp already. He thought he should have worn shorts, but with this heat it didn't really matter, any form of clothing was too hot. The doorman nodded to him as he went through the revolving doors, carefully checking to see if any fans were staked outside. He was surprised there weren't any, what with JC staying here. They always found JC. The air conditioning hit Joey like a blast of arctic air as he stepped into the lobby through the revolving door. The playbill fluttered in the breeze. Quickly he walked across the lobby and into the elevator held open by the attendant. He loved these old-fashioned New York hotels with their grandeur and pomp and was glad JC had chosen to stay here. A smile broke out on Joey's face as he stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway, seeing the familiar hulk of human sitting in a comfy chair in the hallway. He bid Dre hello and hugged him, trying unsuccessfully to lift him up and twirl him around. After a few minutes of catching up, Joey knocked on JC's door as Dre swiped the keycard at the same time and let him in. Joey entered JC's room, the door closing with a swish and loud click behind him. JC came out of the washroom smiled then hugged Joey tight for a few moments before he stood back and looked away. Joey frowned; JC didn't look like his usual energetic self. His face was drawn, lines from worry and lack of sleep dragged across his face. JC looked exhausted, his blue eyes without their usual spark. "Hey..." Joey started, reaching out to touch JC's arm. He didn't finish his question as a large tear slid down JC's cheek. Joey's eyes widened and he immediately put an arm around JC's shoulders. "C, what is it, man?" The playbill fluttered to the floor. JC didn't answer, instead wrapping his arms around Joey's waist and tucked his head into the space where Joey's neck met shoulder then let out a large sob. "Ssssh," Joey murmured, closing his own eyes. He couldn't stand to see people cry, without crying himself, and was trying hard to keep his cool. JC had cried in front of him before. Once in Germany, a few times during the lawsuit, but that was mostly out of frustration. This was different, he'd never seen him this sad before. JC's tears soaked the collar of Joey's shirt, spilling more with each sob. Joey whispered soothing words to JC and held him tight as he caressed his back, feeling how skinny JC really was underneath his clothes. He rubbed in soothing strokes down JC's back, the muscles underneath the t-shirt he wore tense and taut, heaving with every breath. Joey nuzzled JC's soft hair with his cheek and kissed it, smelling his shampoo. He could feel his stubble rasp against his neck. He squeezed JC again and shifted his stance. Suddenly, Joey's eyes snapped open. JC's leg was between his, which put Joey's leg between JC's which meant that was JC's cock right there against his thigh. Joey suppressed a groan and tried not to think of the semi-hardness that pressed against his leg, his own cock reacting to what was going on, the fact that JC smelled really nice and hey when did Joey suddenly get pushed back against the wall? He shook it off. They'd tried this once a long time ago but it didn't work. They'd moved on and that was for the best, or at least telling himself that made him feel better. So Joey continued to rub JC's back and whisper into his hair still confused as to why this was happening, but didn't want to spoil this with words. They stood there for a long time, tears pricking Joey's eyes more than once until JC's sobs soon slowed and his breathing evened out. Finally with a shuddering sigh, JC pulled away, Joey suddenly not wanting this to end, but not stopping him. Joey looked into JC's eyes and rubbed his thumb across his puffy cheeks and raised his eyebrows. JC gave a smile and said "thank you" before he kissed Joey on the forehead, turned away and went into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Joey stood there for a moment, quite confused a million questions on the tip of his tongue before he sat on the bed and waited for JC to come back. end Back |