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CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Disclaimer: Not true. Don’t know them Don’t own them. No harm intended Rating: NC-17 Summary: Justin is off. Chris fixes him. There is sex involved. Notes: A thousand thanks to Silvia and Jae for their suggestions and their beta reads and their encouragement. Justin is not himself. Cocky and dark and brooding, acting as if he might well pounce on the next person who crosses his path. He gets in these moods from time to time. Maybe it's because of a critical review or a tabloidreport about his conduct at a club they'd visited. Or perhaps it's a particularly frightening run-in with an overzealous fan. Chris thinks sometimes all it takes to set him off is a change in the barometric pressure. As diverse as the situations are, they have one thing in common: Justin loses all illusion of control. The other guys never really know what to make of this, so they avoid him until he comes out from under the cloud that's following him. Chris has gotten used to these moods. The way his insides clench as he watches Justin prowling around the bus tells him that he's not only used to them, but he's come to look forward to them. Because he knows what's coming. That knowledge leaves him edgy, restless, looking for something to do to occupy his mind. "Bored," Chris mutters. "Bored, bored, bored." They're on their way to the venue, a relatively short trip so they've all loaded onto the same bus for the ride, and one would think with all of them together Chris could find something to amuse himself with, but he's striking out. "What are you reading?" he asks JC, flopping down next to him on the couch. JC's eyes flick up briefly from the page. "Wuthering Heights." "No, really." JC sighs. "Joey recommended it. I'm reading it. And you know what? It's actually good." Chris raises his hands defensively. "Dude, sorry. I guess I should just be glad it's not Jane Eyre." "Hey," Joey's voice floats up from the back of the bus. "I know you did not just knock the Bronte sisters." "Jesus. Excuse me." Chris turns to JC. "So I guess you want to keep reading, huh?" JC nods. It's Chris' turn to sigh as he walks over to Lance. "What about you, man? You up for entertaining me?" Lance looks up. "Let's see. I have to go over some of Meredith's numbers, take a look at some merchandising ideas for the movie, and then listen to some demo tapes, all before we get to the stadium." He shakes his head. "Justin looks like he's available," Lance says, nodding in his direction. "Perhaps you could go bother him." He flashes a harried smile at Chris and goes back to his work. Chris' eyes drift over to Justin, who is sitting at the table, headphones on. Justin's eyes meet his, a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. Chris shivers. "Uh, I think maybe I could use a bit of rest before we get there," Chris stammers, heading toward the bunks. He can feel the heat of Justin's eyes on his back as he turns to go. On the way to the back of the bus, he stops in the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge. As he's drinking, he feels a prickly sensation move up and down his spine. Wiggling a bit, he reaches an arm around and tries to find the source. "Got an itch?" a voice whispers into his ear, so close Chris can feel the breath fanning out along the side of his face. Justin. "I can scratch it for you." At which point the prickly sensation becomes a full body shudder. "Uh," he laughs nervously, "thanks for the offer, J. I'm good, though." "Really?" Justin smirks. "You sure?" "Yeah, yeah. Totally fine. It's gone." "Alright then. Drink up that water, Chris. It's important that you get plenty of fluids." Justin winks at him and moves back to the table. "For the show and all." Chris blinks. Shit. The tension that has been building in his gut all day is at a fever pitch after the show. Chris is anxious, a bundle of nervous energy as butterflies race in his stomach. Changing into street clothes, he looks up and sees Justin moving towards him from across the room. The lion circles his prey, he thinks wildly. Before Justin can get to him, however, security comes to escort the guys to the limo back to the hotel. "Man, what is up with you?" Lance asks Chris as they all pile in "You are wired beyond belief." Chris shrugs. "Post show buzz. You know the drill." JC smirks. "Is that what they're calling it these days?" "What are you talking about?" Chris asks. Joey snorts. "Whatever. The way you two," he glances over at Justin, "have been sniffing around each other all day, I'd say it's jitters of another sort." Chris has nothing to say to that. He focuses his attention on trying to get his leg to stop moving, gives up and looks over at Justin, who's been absolutely silent the entire ride. He's leaning back into the corner of the car, and all Chris can see are his eyes, glittering in the dark, and his white teeth as he flashes a smooth grin in Chris' direction. Chris swallows hard and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Justin chuckles quietly. The elevator ride up to their rooms is silent, but for the snickering and muted giggles coming from JC, Lance and Joey. Chris ignores them, rocking back and forth on his heels, watching the lights flash on the panel as they move upwards. He can feel the heat radiating off Justin, who's standing behind him. He doesn't dare look at Justin's reflection in the elevator mirrors, because he's sort of scared of what he might see. As they're exiting the elevator, Justin brushes against Chris. "My room. Five minutes." Chris nods. Five minutes later on the nose, he inserts the extra keycard into the door and slides into the room. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once he does he sees Justin standing at the window, an old pair of pajama bottoms riding low on his hips. Chris' breath hitches. After Justin shaved his head there was a new swagger in his step, something different peering out from those eyes. Something reckless and wild and slightly dangerous. Chris doesn't miss the curls much. "Come here," Justin says softly, and Chris moves to him. Justin turns toward him and strokes a finger along Chris' jaw. His kiss is surprisingly gentle. Justin sucks on Chris' bottom lip, then trails kisses along his jaw and up to his ear. This isn't what Chris was expecting, not tonight. "I've been waiting to fuck you all day." Justin bites down on Chris' ear, eliciting a gasp and then a strangled moan as Justin's tongue soothes the tender flesh. This, Chris thinks, is more familiar. Nights like this, after days like today, are not about tender caresses. They're about getting release, fast and rough and dirty. They're about taking back control. Justin shoves him backwards, pinning him to the wall roughly. He sucks at Chris' neck. "All.." He nips along Chris' collarbone. "damn.." A hand lifts to Chris' chest, twisting a nipple viciously. "day." Chris moans and bucks against him. Justin's mouth is on his, then, hard and wet, bruising his lips. His tongue is insistent, and Chris meets it with his own, sucking at it hungrily. He's shaking with need, quivering against Justin and groaning quietly as Justin's hands roam up and down his chest. Justin laughs into his mouth. "You're not going to be able to walk for a week," he says, and Chris feels like that promise alone could make him come. Justin returns to Chris' mouth, teasing him now with his tongue, placing the tip just inside Chris' mouth, barely entering at all, just small swipes until Chris wants to bite down on the damn thing because there's only so much a man can take. Justin moves down to Chris' nipples, worrying one, then the other, and Chris knows how Justin revels in making him squirm. Chris is panting hard, his skin hypersensitive, and it feels like every touch has the potential to send him over the edge. "Justin.." he moans. "Please..." Please, he thinks. Please, please, please, please. "Need...." he whimpers, before Justin slaps a hand over his mouth, silencing him. Justin turns him around then, so that he's facing the wall, and spreads his legs. Chris can feel Justin kneading his ass, and there's a flash as a finger finds its way inside. The tiny flickers of pain quickly give way to a slow burn. He gasps and pushes back against Justin's hand, already greedy for more. Justin adds a second finger, then a third, moving in and out roughly. "Fuck," Chris manages to get out. "Just do it already." He feels Justin's cock against his ass, and then, as Justin drives into him, he's not thinking much at all. Chris grits his teeth and breathes out slowly, as the dull fire flares into a bright blaze. He can feel Justin fighting to keep still. "Just go," he says, and then Justin is moving with jagged, hard thrusts. Chris meets his movement, slamming back into Justin to get him as deep as possible. He's burning up. Chris, hands splayed on the wall, throws his head back so it's nestled in the crook of Justin's neck. Justin places one of his hands on top of Chris', gripping it tightly as he hammers in and out, unrelenting in his rhythm. Chris hears noises in the room, grunts and sighs and indecipherable murmurs, and realizes with a start that they're all tumbling out of his mouth. He doesn't think he can take much more, but then on nights like this they never last long. Justin's stiffening behind him then, burying a cry in his neck. Still thrusting, he reaches around and grasps Chris' cock with his free hand, giving it a few harsh strokes and then Chris is coming with a shout, collapsing against the wall. They stay there while they catch their breath, Justin nuzzling the hairs at the nape of Chris' neck. Slowly, he pulls out, and Chris winces slightly, both from the loss and from the soreness he can already feel. He thinks it's probably a damn good thing that Justin doesn't get in these moods very often, because he's not sure his body could take it on a regular basis. Justin guides Chris over to the bed, laying him down gently. He grabs a washcloth from the bathroom and cleans them both up, then slides under the covers and wraps Chris in his arms. Chris burrows closer and smiles, because he knows that tonight, the others like it, despite any appearances to the contrary, are not just about sex. They're about trust and control and sacrifice so that Justin can be whole again. Chris needs that as much as he does. "Love you so much," Justin says, kissing him softly and running his fingers through his hair. "Love you, too." Chris murmurs sleepily. He rolls over so they're lying chest to chest, and pulls Justin more tightly to him. Justin's already asleep, and Chris follows close behind. ~fin~ Feedback
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