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squickgrrl!! Got your Valentines! You sweetie you. I told Glock that her Nightcrawler one meant she was a freak. Heh heh. ^_~

Am currently searching for some artist whose work screams "Kirkpatrick!!" at me, because I haven't made a Chris icon for my art!Sync collection and I feel bad.

And here's the last of the SS recaps, right over

Before I start...uh...you guys know that these aren't always necessarily what I think are good lines, right? In fact, in some cases I've just chosen the line that made me laugh the hardest. Because not to be mean, but I would've had a hella difficult time finding a good line from some of those fics. Whoo. I sure lucked out with mine, man. ^_~

Snarkiness over, here we go....

Drunken Bets ..That comment spurred something stupid inside of Justin's head. "Hell yeah, I'm man enough. Just ask Lance. I'm all man. He'll tell ya."

Again .."Come on, C, we're almost there."

He just giggles thickly in reply, then practically does a nose-plant onto the pavement, but you catch him.

"My hero." He says, eyes shining.

"Diversion" gets longer quotes, because Calico wrote it for me, and dear God, we could all use more Calico-smut in our lives. At least, I could.
Diversion .."Fuck off," Justin said, but he wanted to prove a point, now, wanted to make Chris wait for his bloody polish remover - wanted to make Nick wait too, hell, maybe make him come look for them, maybe distract him from his party of three for a little Timberlake festivity instead.

..Brian's expression was definitely infused with heat, but he wasn't *hot*, wasn't making Justin's mouth go dry, wasn't making him ache. Brian was like... lukewarm oatmeal, or that robot from Red Dwarf.

.."Totally worth it," Brian breathed, reaching down, pulling Justin's wrist away, and Justin protested,

"hey, hey," voice salt-throated, as his fingers slipped out the hot, wet clutch of his ass. "You--"

"I'm running *so* late," Brian confessed, touching his thumb to the wet on Justin's lip, then pushing it into Justin's mouth again. "But everything Nick said? definitely true."

On A Holiday .."Thinking like that is what fucked you up in the first place. You're more than Backstreet's bad boy" Justin told him like he always did.

Flirting With Disaster ..Just then, a waitress strode up to Justin and handed him a beer. "From the blonde over there." She pointed at Nick. "And there's a message, too." She cleared her throat. "To my Ju-Jube: I've got the joydown in my pants. Love, Shmoopy."

In the Absence of My Heart ..But there hadn't been any of Justin's smart mouth then, only his tongue, hot and eager, and the slide of leather on linen, hands cold from the winter air outside, cold on Nick's belly, against his thighs. Slender, clever fingers and when he bit down against Justin's throat, the long arc of pale bruised skin, Justin had moaned and said harshly what he always said. Lies.

One Time Thing .."Oh God, JC. Your fucking mouth."

JC couldn't help feeling a little smug; he knew he was good at this.

Changing Faces ..Of course, the media only saw the positive side. They saw Justin Timberlake shaking hands with Backstreet's front man, Kevin Richardson. No one saw AJ McLean hissing at Lance Bass, and absolutely no one caught Chris Kirkpatrick shoving Howie Dorough against a wall and kissing him frantically.

Possibilities ..And before Chris could reconcile his mind to that, JC joined them and suddenly there was Justin sandwich as JC stepped behind him and put his arms on Joey’s shoulders and Joey let his rest on JC’s waist and between them Justin was a blur of motion, eyes closed, mouth hanging slack, so lost in the moment.

Um. This one made me cry, all of a sudden, at the end. Wahhh.
Fairy Tale ..You like happy endings. When you were just a kid, in Germany, Chris had taken his pocket money one week and bought a book of fairy tales. The German was simple stuff, just about at Chris's level after a few months in the country, and he'd translated slowly out loud. At first he'd muttered it under his breath in corners, but pretty soon he'd noticed that you were kind of hanging around, and he started doing it really out loud. Sometimes if you looked especially miserable, and your mother was back in the States for a while, he'd even read you a bedtime story. You appreciated how neatly they worked out: the handsome young miller always won the princess, the wicked met their doom, and the deserving were invariably rewarded. You were only just beginning to figure out that it didn't always work like that in real life.

Wait ..JC's eyes couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Justin was using bubble wrap to jerk off.

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I'm kinda glad the stories are done, because I don't think I could find a better line to end with, do you? ^_~

And also: Great Big Sea is playing an invitation-only concert here. I am so fucking jealous.