Billboard Rehearsals: Boy Bands Suck
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Don't they realize it's tacky if two of them wear it on the same day?
Justin: I'm Justin and and I'm the center of the universe.
JC: But I customized mine!
Lance: I'm not supposed to say "suck."
Joey: I had mine first.
Chris: Is this really a job for a grown-up?
Justin: You're just jealous 'cause they didn't have one in your size.
JC: If you had MY muscles, you could cut the arms off yours, too.
Justin: If I had your muscles I'd look like a mutant like you.
Lance: Leave Josh alone.
Justin: Make me.
Joey: This is gettin' GOOD!
Lance: I don't wanna fight you man, but I will kick your ass if you keep picking on Josh.
JC: I don't have mutant muscles.
Justin: Even Adam Sandler thinks so.
Lance: They're not mutant, they're se--never mind.
Joey: What was that, Lance?
Lance: <blush> Uh, nothing, Joey. Shouldn't we be rehearsing or something?
Joey: Not till Justin and JC settle their differences. Maybe Justin will rip JC's shirt off. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lance?
Lance: Shut up, Joey.
Justin: Yeah, Lance, tell us how much you'd like it.
Lance: Shut up, or I'll kick both your asses.
Chris: Is this really a job for a grown-up?
Joey: Yeah, Lance? You and what army?
Lance: I-I don't need an army. Just 'cause you're jealous of JC, JOEY, doesn't mean you have to pick on him.
Chris: That's it, rehearsal's over! You guys work this out. I'm going to find another playground.
JC: Besides, me and my mutant muscles are all the army you need.
Justin: Aw, isn't this sweet--your boyfriend's coming to your rescue, Lance.
Lance: <more blush> He's not my....You're asking for it, Justin.
Justin: Sounds more like you're asking for IT, Lancey."
Lance: That's it, Justin. You wanna put up, or shut up? Or does your girlfriend allow you to fight?
Justin: My girlfriend could kick your boyfriend's BUTT.
Lance: He's not my boyfriend!
Joey: Lance, Lance, methinks you do protest to much.
Lance, JC, AND Justin: Shut up, Joey.
Joey: Whoa, didn't mean to get in the middle of your lover's quarrel. Guess I'll just go find Chris's sandbox.
Lance, JC AND Justin: Fine!
Lance: At least we agree on something.
JC: Thanks
Justin: Shut up.
Lance: YOU shut up. Why don't you go play in the sandbox with Chris and Joey?
Justin: Maybe I will.
JC: That worked out well. How're we gonna get rid of them tomorrow?
Lance: Wear your 'N Suck shirt.
JC: Mmmmm. I love when you talk dirty.
Lance: Good thing it's spelled with an S.
JC: And you're so smart, too.
Lance: Yeah, but you're the one with the sexy arms. Yeah, I can say it now: JC Chasez has SEXY ARMS.
JC: And what about yours, babe?
"Aw, c'mon, these ain't no 'JC muscles'."
"They're better. They're Lance muscles."
"I didn't see Adam Sandler getting all hot and bothered by MY arms."
"Adam has no taste."
"Careful--if you dig my arms someone might say the same thing about you."
"I'll take my chances."
"You like to live dangerously, don't you, Chasez."
"It's the only way to live."
"Is it? So, would it be dangerous of me to rip that shirt right off your back?"
"Very. And isn't this where this conversation started?"
"Yeah, we could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble if you had just taken off the shirt to begin with."
"Yeah, but then we'd be rehearsing and not here, alone, contemplating you disrobing me."
"Contemplating? Um, I want to do it. In fact, I want that shirt off. NOW."
"What's stopping you?"
"I guess nothing." Lance steps closer as JC holds his arms up and lifts the offending shirt up and over his head. He steps back to admire his work. "Well, I can certainly understand why Adam likes your arms so much."
"But do you?"
"Yes, very much. And what they're attached to."
"The feeling is mutual."
"Yeah, but I don't have 'JC muscles'."
"I already told you. I like Lance muscles better."
"I'm still not wearing a sleeveless 'Boy Bands Suck' t-shirt."
"You don't have to. In fact, why are you wearing one at all?"
"A shirt? Well, I can't exactly go out in public without one."
"This isn't 'in public'. And you're not going anywhere."
"I'm not?"
"Nope."
<gulp> "I love it when get all demanding."
"Then you're gonna love this." In one swift movement, JC strips the t-shirt from Lance.
"Whoa, JC, whoa." He hugs himself.
JC pulls Lance's arms away from his chest. "Don't hide, beautiful."
"I'm not beautiful. You're beautiful. I read it in Bop."
"Don't believe everything you read, gorgeous."
"Stop it. <blush>" He reaches for his shirt.
JC grabs the shirt and tosses it out of reach. "I don't THINK so."
Lance fidgets, alternating between putting his hands on his hips and crossing them in front of him. "Give me back my shirt, JC."
"You took mine."
"That's 'cause it was covering your JC muscles."
"Yeah, and I'd rather look at your muscles than mine. So sue me."
"Yeah, well, I'd rather look at you without your pants on, so sue me."
"What's stopping you?"
"Nothing now." He approaches JC and in seconds the pants are off.
"Better?"
"Oh yes. Much. I'm sorry, was I staring?"
"Not at all? Do you feel overdressed?"
"Um, maybe a little. Considering you're standing there in your underwear."
"So, maybe we should even things up?"
You want me to take off my pants? Here?"
No, I want to take off your pants. Here."
"Whoa, JC, whoa!"
"What, you can take off my pants, but I can't take off yours?"
"You're right--but JC, what if someone walks in?"
"They're all gone. Besides, doesn't the possibility of getting caught excite you even a little?"
"No! Of course not....Okay, maybe it does."
"Maybe?" JC hooks his thumbs through the beltloops of Lance's pants, still making no move to remove them, and pulls Lance closer.
"Okay, so it excites me--a lot."
"That's better." JC swiftly strips off Lance's pants.
"For you, maybe. You're not the one standing here with a huge hard-on."
"I'm not?"
"Oh, I guess you are. What are we gonna do about it?"
"I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can think of something."
"Jay Cee! You have a dirty mind, you know that?"
"It's just a saying, Lance. You're the one with the dirty mind."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all. A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste."
"So is a hard-on."
"You're right. Come here."
"I'm here. Now what?"
"Use your imagination."
"I'd rather use this." He presses his lips against JC's.
"Mmmm. VERY imaginative."
"Must be the atmosphere."
"Mmmmm. Kiss me again."
Lance puts his arms around JC and kisses him again, this time parting his lips and letting them linger.
JC's hands settle on Lance's waist, pulling the younger man closer and grinding their hips together.
Lance lets his hands roam down JC's back to his butt, which his squeezes.
JC continues to kiss Lance hungrily, his tongue claiming every surface, every millimeter of Lance's mouth. He forces his hand between their pressed bodies to cup Lance's hot erection.
Lance moans into JC's mouth and pulls JC closer, rubbing his erection against JC's palm.
JC pulls Lance to the floor, still kissing him, still rubbing his erection through the thin cloth. When they're both kneeling, he starts easing Lance's shorts down.
As soon as his erection is freed from his clothing, Lance sighs and slides his hands inside JC's boxer-briefs, trailing his fingers along the crack between the tight muscles of his ass.
JC grasps Lance's stiffness and immediately starts stroking in a rhythm he knows Lance cannot resist. His tongue is still deep in Lance's mouth and he bends the younger man backwards.
Lance ends up on his back with his knees bent and JC in between. He arches his back against the stroking hand, barely able to contain himself. His fingers find JC's puckered opening, and he gently pushes inside.
JC groans. Lance is just too good at getting him completely hot in about 3 seconds. He increases the speed of his own hand's relentless stroking.
Small whimpering noises are all Lance is able to articulate. He thrusts his fingers as deep as they will go, matching the rhythm of JC's strokes.
JC shifts himself off of Lance, moving so that he can take Lance into his mouth while Lance keeps fingering him. He first licks Lance's erection from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head, then plunges his mouth over it, taking Lance into his mouth as far as he can.
Lance brings his hand up to JC's hair and gets lost in the soft locks. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, and moans softly, biting back the scream that's threatening to escape his throat. JC releases Lances erection and pulls free of his fingers. He moves over Lance again, straddling him. JC slowly guides Lance into his hot tightness, letting Lance gradually fill him completely.
Lance cries out when he enters JC, then grits his teeth in an effort to maintain control. He grips JC's hips and pulls him down along the length of his shaft, thrusting as gently as possible.
"Mmmm. I won't break, Lance."
"Just...tell me if this hurts." He thrusts harder and deeper, one hand moving in front to JC's hard, throbbing erection, which he encases in his hand and begins to stroke.
"NO, no, you feel great, amazing. More."
"You asked for it." Lance raises hips, thrusting quicker and harder, pounding into his lover and feeling his climax building.
JC meets every thrust, raising himself up and slamming back down on his lover's stiff member. Lance's hand on JC's own erection is urging him on. JC looks down into the lust-clouded green eyes and knows his own are equally hazed.
Lance's eyes roll back into his head when the orgasm hits him. He pounds hard into JC, crying out and releasing his hot juices while gripping his lover's erection tightly.
JC holds on a moment longer, then he, too, is coming, collapsing onto Lance's chest, shuddering. Lance wraps his arms around the trembling man, kissing his cheek and stroking his hair back from his face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, Josh. It's just that you're so...I can't help myself."
JC pulls back enough to look down at Lance with still-hooded eyes. "No, you didn't hurt me. That was amazing. Amazing."
"You sure? Because I gotta say: This was a heck of a lot better than rehearsing that number again."
"No argument here, babe."
"Speaking of rehearsal," Lance gives one more kiss and rolls him off, stretching and reaching for his clothes.
"Mmmm, yeah. I guess they'll be back. Eventually. And hey, I'm all warmed up." JC begins dressing as well.
Lance laughs. "I bet you are." He give JC a quick, wet kiss. "Somehow, I don't think this is what Wade had in mind when he taught us this routine." He just manages to zip up his pants when Chris, Joey, and Justin return.
"Hey guys," JC says, springing up from the floor.
Joey takes one look at them and bursts out laughing, elbowing Justin in the ribs. Chris just shakes his head.
"What?"
Chris is the only one composed enough to speak. "Unless Lance is joining your little fashion trend, what's he doing wearing your shirt?"
"Um, um..."
"That's it," Justin says, exasperated. "Tomorrow I'm wearing my 'N Suck shirt. Seems more appropriate anyway."
Everyone: Shut up, Justin!